Oliver Francis - Wave Runner Freestyle lyrics

Oliver Francis

Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Oliver Francis - Wave Runner Freestyle lyrics]

I'm at the crib and I'm rollin' up piff
No pre-rolls, only roll my own shit
I'm in the Midwest, still with my clique
Came out the creek, yeah
We came out the sticks
I'm flowin' sick, gon' get you some Vicks
Retro Ones and they lookin' real nice
I'm Articuno with all of this ice
Chryse might just drop like 3k in the Sprite
I'm done with these labels
They wastin' my time
I'm eatin' salmon, a lil' brown rice
Rockin' Chanel, man, it's just some' light
I cannot fuck with these rappers, they trife
I just might surf on this
Beat all night, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Surf on this beat like a wave, yeah
I'm just gon' count up a milli'
I'm feeling like Wayne
I just might take your favorite


Rapper outta the game
Yuh
Rooftop chillin', we sippin'
A lil chardonnay
Woah
I came out the water, I'm splashin'
I might just stick with the plug
'Cause I know dispensaries taxin'
I'm eatin' Belgian waffles with
A lil' fresh fruit
I don't sip lean, I sip pressed juice
I'm in the Rolls with the stars in the roof
Puke on the beat, yeah
I'm sick with the flu
Yeah, I came with some bitches
You came with some dudes
Yeah, I like smoking weed
I like shopping for shoes
Uh, I met her one time
And she sending me nudes
Yeah, ice on me look like the St. Louis Blues
Drown all my sweatpants, drown all my kicks
She call me baby 'cause I'm throwin' fit's
Don Perignon, yeah, it cost me a grip
Don't got a feature on one of my hit's
Go get some money, don't cry 'bout a bitch
Y'all need some vitamins
Y'all don't eat fish
Red, white paint, that's a peppermint Benz
What's in your pocket? It's
None' but some lint
I don't like none of the beats that you send
Flew out of Tokyo, landed in France
Get it like me
It's just something you can't
I'm livin' something like Viva La Bam
24-inch rims on the TransAm
I wake up, brush my teeth
And put on my jewelry
In the 1996 chromed-out E30, yeah
O-M-G, Oh my God
These bitches like
"Vous le vous couchez avec moi" woah
I wake up, brush my teeth
And put on my jewelry
In the 1996 chromed-out E30, yeah
O-M-G, Oh my God
These bitches like, "Vous le vous
Couchez avec moi" woah
Yeah

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