Trippie Redd, Slimesito - Ocean Flow lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
Slimesito [Eric Xavier Claros] Prince George’s County, Maryland/Clayton County, GE, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Trippie Redd, Slimesito - Ocean Flow lyrics]
Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)
I was countin' dead Presi's
On the damn boat (Yacht)
Blood out in the ocean
Watch the dead bodies float (Haha)
Throw my ice up in the air
Watch it hit the ocean flow
Cannonball with all my ice and
Watch the whole world overflow
We come from the hood, man
My daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)
RIP my brother, rob the bank
We kept the dough (Dough, yeah)
What your ass gon' do when
Them feds hit your door? (Your door)
You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch
Yeah
We got clips up in the air
Hollow tips up in the air
We got blicks up in the air
A hundred sticks up in the air
We got missiles in the air
They might hit you in the air (Blatt, blatt)
They might miss you in the
Air but if it's up, it's in the air
(yeah)
I got sticks up in the air (Sticks)
I'm fuckin' two bitches, yeah
They came in pairs (Damn)
You ain't got no straps on
You 'cause you scared
That 45 on me, yeah, I came prepared (yeah)
We outside catchin' plays like it's a fair
You know I'm strapped up 'cause
I ain't playin' fair (Strapped)
You wanna rob me, nigga, I wish you'd dare
I'm passin' your bitch 'cause
You know I share (On gang)
I got a foreign bitch and she got good hair
My shooter pop him (Blatt, blatt)
That nigga want smoke now that
Shit in the air (yeah)
I'm sippin' that ocean Tech, Bloody Mary
(Tech)
He don't want no smoke 'cause he scary
Blood diamonds my ring but I
Ain't tryna get married (Ice)
I was makin' jail calls
Now I'm usin' Siri
I'm slimin' niggas with the
Mask like Jim Carrey
Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)
I was countin' dead Presi's
On the damn boat (Yacht)
Blood out in the ocean
Watch the dead bodies float (Haha)
Throw my ice up in the air
Watch it hit the ocean flow
Cannonball with all my ice and
Watch the whole world overflow
We come from the hood, man
My daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)
RIP my brother, rob the bank
We kept the dough (Dough, yeah)
What your ass gon' do when
Them feds hit your door? (Your door)
You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch
Yeah