Testo 24K Organic - Larry June
Testo della canzone 24K Organic (Larry June), tratta dall'album Early Bird
Ayy, what's happenin'?
Straight up
Bouncin' out them motherfuckin' foreigns and shit
Yeah
Bitch, you see this motherfuckin' juice?
Bust down Bitch, I'm might write a motherfuckin'
Smoothie book or somethin', man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sell the shit for $30, nigga
Period, nigga
And I'm gon' do numbers
Check it out
Yeah
Ehh
It's way too much money to just be chillin' and shit
I met baby at Jon & Vinny's and let her ride in the 6
I got a couple president childs I'm timin' like this
I might step out tonight, just to crack some thick
The first night I never hit 'cause I got morals and shit
I'm in the house playin' Prince, essential oils and shit
Take the whip to the shop, check the coils and shit
I done checked five hundred, you just boiled a...
Pshh
Let's hit Florida, bitch
Ooh, excuse my French
I know you from overseas, they don't be talkin' like this
Your lil' bro a big fan, here go some hoodies for him
She came way from Australia to fuck with a pimp
That was some random ass shit, but I loved the experience
She was like a top model
Hell yeah, I was curious
I'm not a superstar, baby, but my ice cost a ticket
Copped a low-key loft 'til the house get finished
What's happenin'?
I'm ridin', I'm smokin', but keep it on me
You a phony
Baloney, you ain't the homie
Big deeds on me
24 Carats, Kobe
And it's loaded
I'm focused
I'm on it
Don't trip
I got it
I'm big, homie
Smokin' kush in Elkos
Sellin' elbows, everything goes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, lately I've been feelin' like I gotta get it
I drop hella cash, nigga, your shit rented
I walk in the Benz, they runnin' my credit
Approved for everything, I'm swipin' my debit
I'm ridin' my bike, my Glock got a light
If I'm bringin' you over, then I'm fuckin' tonight
I'm ridin' and swervin', Uber suburban
That's not a Birkin
Baby, you perkin'
My bitches be workin', your bitches hurtin'
I'm in Hawaii, chillin' and surfin'
Bitch, why you playin'?
Fuck is you sayin'?
We out in Reno, a date at the Sands
Money and grams, grams in my hand
Hit up my gram, she got that syrup for sale
I'm perkin' like hell, that's the Henny and weed
Fuck it, in my system with a Glock 17
What's happenin'?
I'm ridin', I'm smokin', but keep it on me
You a phony
Baloney, you ain't the homie
Big deeds on me
24 Carats, Kobe
And it's loaded
I'm focused
I'm on it
Don't trip
I got it
I'm big homie
Smokin' kush in Elkos
Sellin' elbows, everything goes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Larry Hendricks Iii, Kyle Stewart Fischer
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