ThouxanBanFauni - Oceanside Pt. 2 lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - Oceanside Pt. 2 lyrics]
Indigo okay, Embasin, whatever
Cool breeze, nice driving
Highway and I pull up and do things my way
Big truck, driving my parlay
Your mama so thick for the raw way
Horsepower, giddy up, donuts and all
Torque in the burnout real strong
AR-15 with the monkey nut, pull up, psh
Get 'em on
Fuck the Michelin tires, we ride Firestone
Forgiato rims, 30s what I'm on
I got jetlag from switching time zones
Still on airplane mode
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
Treat her like my trophy wife, uh
Real top shelf she blow me below the belt
She blow me below the belt
I keep me a loaded belt
I keep me a loaded belt
I smoke with a sage stem
I change up the odor, smell
Fuck all that passive-aggressive shit
She mad off of a Tweet
That's a red flag right there
Gotta leave you be, gotta leave you be
I ain't cuffing shit right now, honey
How I'ma roam the Earth, real free
I ain't got time for you
I barely got time for me focusing on myself
Tryna get generational wealth
I don't give a damn what I gotta go through
A nigga's already been through hell
Not in no Scat, did it all in a 'Cat
I could make a home run with
An eight ball right now, right off the bat
Thousand grams, get a kilo of that pack
Take your shit if you got it
Heard niggas had you knotted
Cool breeze, nice driving
Highway and I pull up and do things my way
Big truck, driving my parlay
Your mama so thick for the raw way
Horsepower, giddy up, donuts and all
Torque in the burnout real strong
AR-15 with the monkey nut, pull up, psh
Get 'em on
Fuck the Michelin tires, we ride Firestone
Forgiato rims, 30s what I'm on
I got jetlag from switching time zones
Still on airplane mode
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
Cool breeze, nice driving
Highway and I pull up and do things my way
Big truck, driving my parlay
Your mama so thick for the raw way
Horsepower, giddy up, donuts and all
Torque in the burnout real strong
AR-15 with the monkey nut, pull up, psh
Get 'em on
Fuck the Michelin tires, we ride Firestone
Forgiato rims, 30s what I'm on
I got jetlag from switching time zones
Still on airplane mode
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
Treat her like my trophy wife, uh
Real top shelf she blow me below the belt
She blow me below the belt
I keep me a loaded belt
I keep me a loaded belt
I smoke with a sage stem
I change up the odor, smell
Fuck all that passive-aggressive shit
She mad off of a Tweet
That's a red flag right there
Gotta leave you be, gotta leave you be
I ain't cuffing shit right now, honey
How I'ma roam the Earth, real free
I ain't got time for you
I barely got time for me focusing on myself
Tryna get generational wealth
I don't give a damn what I gotta go through
A nigga's already been through hell
Not in no Scat, did it all in a 'Cat
I could make a home run with
An eight ball right now, right off the bat
Thousand grams, get a kilo of that pack
Take your shit if you got it
Heard niggas had you knotted
Cool breeze, nice driving
Highway and I pull up and do things my way
Big truck, driving my parlay
Your mama so thick for the raw way
Horsepower, giddy up, donuts and all
Torque in the burnout real strong
AR-15 with the monkey nut, pull up, psh
Get 'em on
Fuck the Michelin tires, we ride Firestone
Forgiato rims, 30s what I'm on
I got jetlag from switching time zones
Still on airplane mode
She mad I ain't pick up the phone