October Lyrics

Oh, you can catch me In that field I'm with dem Goonies Baby

Spend ten racks then make it back, I'm ridin' around with my toolie baby

Sippin on red drank

Uh

Codeine got me woozy baby

I must be honest, the money I got is demonic

Got the trap house jumpin' wit bitches way out in Milan

Got some real-deal junkies that help me stretch my money long

I got Reed Richards bands my money stretch that shit don't stop

Jamaican bitch out in France her titties poking through her top

Had to drop-top my bitch in the back of the latest Benz

I'm a star player baby shootin' scoring shit for the win

Being heartbroken it don't change me

Being heartbroken it won't change me

Pill residue in my nose you caught me lacking

I'm totin AR Pistols in London it's not the fashion

Got the Six Shooter on me, Evil hoes is what I'm attracting

Steady countin' blue hunnits, fingers itching from all the thumbin'

Feel like Jamie St Patrick, scaring bitches I go Ghost

Uh

In the back of the Double R gettin' head while I smoke my dope

Got a couple of bad hoes trynna fuck put my dick in they throat

Me and E-Money counting money, Got a perc in my tummy

Aint no Jordan Peele baby we some druggies inside a Sunken Place

Love my girl crazy, she wavy, love it when I fuck her face

Rockstar Chains & Diamond Rings

Vs drip like Everglade

I sniff white like Whitney, Hey

I take pills to meditate

Overdosing to the face

OxyContin be my bae

Rockin Red October, Sippin Red I'm never sober

Shoot the K, Split his brains, spreading shit like jelly jam

Couple rackies for a feature

You niggas faggots just like divas

Way too high baby I can't get down I'm smokin' Cherry Blaze

When I'm in that pussy I do my dance

I just spent ten bands on Cartier France

Cut off my bitch if she fuck up again, I want her buddy Im fuckin her friend

I'm mixin fashion don't care if it blend

I wanna die trynna reach to the end

Oh, you can catch me In that field I'm with dem Goonies Baby

Spend ten racks then make it back, I'm ridin' around with my toolie baby

Sippin on red drank

Uh

Codeine got me woozy baby

I must be honest, the money I got is demonic

Got the trap house jumpin' wit bitches way out in Milan

Got some real-deal junkies that help me stretch my money long

I got Reed Richards bands my money stretch that shit don't stop

Jamaican bitch out in France her titties poking through her top

Had to drop-top my bitch in the back of the latest Benz

I'm a star player baby shootin' scoring shit for the win

Being heartbroken it don't change me

Being heartbroken it won't change me

Pill residue in my nose you caught me lacking

I'm totin AR Pistols in London it's not the fashion

Got the Six Shooter on me, Evil hoes is what I'm attracting

Steady countin' blue hunnits, fingers itching from all the thumbin'