Lyrics GRAILED - Oliver Francis

Yeah, yeah, ayy, what, ayy

Bleach blonde boy, surfs up, hang ten (surfs up)
Put the whole squad in a G-Class Benz
Chromed-out grill with the Forgiato rims
I'm about to hit the limit on the ATM
Keep it one hunnid, got me feelin' like Mob
Locked in the factory, feelin' like Rob (oh yeah)
Chryse in the Camry, same old crocs
Me, I'm feelin' cozy in my Birkenstocks

I got a hunnid bad bitches wanna kick it
Shawty put the spliff to my lips and she lit it
They ain't really drippin' like this
Japanese kicks or some retro ones you ain't seen since '06
Take skiing trips, I'm prolly chillin' in the Alps
Polo ski masks, it's just a lil' Ralph
All my flows smackin' you out your retro's
Boom on my opps got me feelin' like Metro

Pirelli, it's no YSL
Prolly schemin' like Keenan, ayy, just like Kel, bitch
Smellin' like Chanel, we can never fail (yeah)
This the type of beat to make you face a L (whoa)
I get a check and I spend it on Bape
Arc'teryx if it's looking like rain (arc'teryx)
Burnout Boys, that's the motherfucking gang (burnout boys, bitch)
If you talkin' that shit then them hammers gon' bang

Like Viva La Bam with the way that we wildin'
Look at my fit, I might flex on your stylist (fuck on your stylist)
Look at your bitch, I got her so excited
I'm solid gold got me feelin' like Midas
I like Polo, keep that Prada
Pullin' up, I'm swingin' twin katanas
Got 'em crumblin' like it's terracota
I'm a bleach blonde boy like Hanazawa, bitch

I was chasin' checks, ooh
Y'all was chasin' tail, yeah
I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed
Haters talkin' shit (fool)
That's wind up in my sails
I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed, what?

I was chasin' checks, ooh
Y'all was chasin' tail, yeah
I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed
Haters talkin' shit (fool)
That's wind up in my sails
I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed, what?