Oliver Francis - Chernobyl
[Verse]
I just need a little weed and a backrub
Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
Wanna talk about beats? Get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we act up, pull up, M3, better back up
Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
I got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fat swishers and they all gettin' lit
Take another handful out the zip, lil' bitch I'm on ten
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blonde, brunette bitch, man whatevs
I don't really care, I'ma be the man 'til the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed, mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch, I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set, homie, fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean, somethin' like chlorine
God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez'
Your mans is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flat screen TV with the seat back
Likely find me where the weed at
It's like TNT when the beat slap
AC/DC with the feedback
I pull up to the soiree smellin' like gas
You know how I do
Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
Gettin' high poolside like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, all my shit top shelf
Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, ayy
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the ropes like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New wheat Timb's with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
Do you lil' bitch, I'ma do me
I just need a little weed and a backrub
Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
Wanna talk about beats? Get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we act up, pull up, M3, better back up
Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
I got a hundred bad bitches and they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fat swishers and they all gettin' lit
Take another handful out the zip, lil' bitch I'm on ten
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blonde, brunette bitch, man whatevs
I don't really care, I'ma be the man 'til the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed, mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch, I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set, homie, fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean, somethin' like chlorine
God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah, she like my steez'
Your mans is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flat screen TV with the seat back
Likely find me where the weed at
It's like TNT when the beat slap
AC/DC with the feedback
I pull up to the soiree smellin' like gas
You know how I do
Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
Gettin' high poolside like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, all my shit top shelf
Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, ayy
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch, blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the ropes like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New wheat Timb's with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies, rollin' doobies
Do you lil' bitch, I'ma do me
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