Lyrics 24K - Oliver Francis

Aye

Sharper than a lieutenant
I step on the gas and the whip get to spinning
I pay the rent with the shit that I'm penning
You see me in Polo you know that it's vintage
Fucking with Oli' you gotta be kidding
Lil' homie let's get it, I spit it, acidic
Foot on the pedal, I shift and I pin it
I got me a scarf and it's Damier printed

I leave you pussies embarrassed
I'm making it rain, but I'm draped in Arcteryx
I flew outta Tokyo landed in Paris
Gon' look at my pinky that's 24 karats
Roll up the spliff and I ain't finna share it
I got some Gucci I don't even wear it
I'm in my bag I mean it
I swear it l ain't gotta say it I think it's apparent

I think it's apparent, I'm really the G.O.A.T.
I cannot fuck with these rappers they hoes
Foot on the neck, Rick Owens Ramones
I get a check and I spent it on clothes
I took my wrist and I put it on froze
I hear the beat and I get in my mode
Cannot be touched when I get in my zone
I need my pancakes à la mode

Spark up the kush and I ash it
I got lil' ponies all over my fabric, ayy
I turn the mic into ashes some' like a dragon
Diamonds be flashing, ayy
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
You all in the 'Gram with a stack full of twenties
I jump in the foreign I pin it, I gun it
I'm stuffing this blunt full of blueberry muffins, you bitch

Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what

I might be a little bit conceited
My engine be screaming, my leather be heated
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I ain't finna repeat it
I heard your lil' tape, you should go on and delete it
Living my dream, yeah, my checklist completed
Blue and yellow diamonds look like Vegeta
You can't even see me like I'm Oli Cena
I mean it, my team is yet to be defeated

Smoking a wood and the flavor banana
We out in the Caymans, we got a cabana, ooh
Louis Vuitton on all my pajamas
We pour up the Dom, you sipping the Fanta
Yves Saint Laurent, I jump out the Phantom
I'm throwing fits, yeah, my closet a tantrum
I'm in some Polo, I'm looking so handsome
Look at my roof and it go panorama

Ash on my jacket, it's Stoney, you know it
Got me a stack and I'm fixing to throw it
I got a bottle, Edgar Allen Poe it
It's snakes in the grass and I'm fixing to mow it
Came out the water, I'm splashing, I'm flowing
I'm all on the beach with my feet in the ocean
Come for ya head, boy, don't fuck with the shogun
I got these little rappers all in they emotions, uh

I'm at the crib and I'm chilling, relaxing
Boy, I'm your father, can't fuck with you bastards
I get the mic and I turn it to ashes
Roll up the Kush and I ain't finna pass it
Out on Lagoon in my crib on the beach
Spark up the blunt, got the sand on my feet
Eating these rappers and eating these beats
Like who let this motherfucking dog off the leash?

Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what