Ocean Freestyle Lyrics

Could go out vibing by the ocean

We got mud in our cups so that's probably what we toast with, uh (Hi Sage)

And yo brothers got yo back but them hoes switch, yeah

Tesla or the Track said fuck it cop both whips

I'm finna fuck the world up don't wear Trojans, uh

Yeah, lil' S0K0 finna blow up, no explosions

My bro got that mud he pour up, we be on some slow shit

And he talking like he know us, that shit ain't going

Yeah, VIP section

Glock, no Mac 11

He talk down send him to heaven

F on my shirt Fendi how I'm dressing

You ain't never seen no shit like this 'cause it's expensive

And if I ever said fuck you man I meant it

I get this shit off the top tell the truth I don't pen it

I need all them chains on my neck fuck a pendant

If he talking shit them bullets hit his appendix

Thought he was in the game, until he got suspended

We all in some Tracks or maybe we switch to Benzes

He the one who says it, we the ones who do it

Flexing on 'em all, left they ass looking stupid

Try to run up you go out sad what you doing

Knew I was the man since before I dropped Movement

What's up with the cap man all this damn assuming

They be stuck up in the past swear to god I keep on moving

I be rocking some Ksubis and these new jeans

I walked right in Somerset dropped fifty racks at Gucci

Now you ain't never had my back slime you ain't knew me

If you try to go up gotta get through me

In this life we don't give no fucks, shit a movie

Why you talking 'bout us man you sound just like a groupie

Y'all just touching old racks I just ran up got some new cheese

And y'all down bad as fuck y'all really get no coochie

I'm in that wet like the ocean

I be getting racks don't mean to brag I ain't going 'round boasting

Gotta watch yo back, who you close with

Gotta watch yo back, look around who you approaching

If I came in then just know I brought my pole in

Okay that's yo mans we don't give no fucks we hoed him

Scammed him out some racks, give a fuck how much I owe him

Get him in fast that's the reason why I blow em

Who the fuck lil' bro man I don't even know him

If he ain't talking 'bout racks I won't approach him

Got my mind in the game if lil' bro want me to coach him

Couldn't decide what Lenciagas I want so I copped both 'em

Yeah, getting bands they should know that

If he run up, he gon' leave with a toe tag

Yeah, I done stole his bitch, tell lil' bro to get his hoe back

Pulled up with two clips and he emptied out like both mags

Bitch we got them clips like we work at fucking Cinemark

Lil' bro he a bitch he be taking shit right to the heart

All this fucking drip, think I should hop in like Noah's ark

I don't fuck with none of y'all, y'all trash I'm like damn no one hard

I be thinking shit right as I go don't even know my bars

High as fuck, we don't give no fucks, we gon' go to Mars

I'm on fire when I walk in light off smoke alarms

Whip cost hundred bands, you pull up in shitty stolen cars

No you not my mans, I really do not know who you are

CDG on me, but I really do not got a heart

Lil' bro tried to run up and then run off but he won't get far

Uh, y'all can't fuck with me y'all just not on par