Chuuwee – Float On lyrics

[Intro]
Right
Right, right, right
Nah'm sayin
Go head and roll you up some donja
Finna keep it real west coast style
'95 shit

[Verse 1]
Straight from the gate
It's mister someone please come through with the Mary Jane
Pulled up in an old school candy panted cruisin' on them thangs
What it do and what it is?
Time to change the fucking game
Quit worrying about these hoes and get the fuck up out these dang
Yall don't hear me though
Clearly driving sideways in my lane
Can't none of you niggas enter in this bitch the way I came
But feel me though, it's all about the paper and that change
That Range Rover, hopping out them Bently's with them shades
It's heavy though, I'm ready thought
I'm cooking up my drank, got me feeling good
Ready to make some motha fucking bank like I knew we would

[Hook]
Float on
And put yo hands up to the sky when we ride
We be bout to float on, float on
Tell them people on the sidelines be quiet
We finna float on
Wave bye till them niggas, float on
Wave bye till them bitches, float on
Sideline niggas wish they was on
They just mad we about to float on

[Verse 2]
Hold on, before we go
Finna re-up on some donja
Cause I need to get that dro
Do you smoke? lets take a toast
And watch a couple as we roll
Watch out for the Five-O coming to get us
We need Swishers, stop at the sto'
Never mind, I decide to grab the executive branch
Walk up in the party, showin' out and wavin' my hands
Finna get wilted and tilted, I'll just stay with my friends
Get one of these hoes to stay the night and I'll get licked if I can
Just another Cali weekend with me and my camp
Party poppin', beat shocking, bass beating through amps
And she danced

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Freaks in the living room jockin' my squad
Cops banging on the door, party knocking too hard
Elk Grove bitches parking on the block in new cars
South Sac hood bitches fighting in the garage
They playing Beez in the Trap, slumpin' Nicki Minaj
Told em hit me with some Feral never seen me go hard
They all gazing like they ain't never seen no stars
I'm off 4 different vodka's with these 4 broads
Shawty ass keep showing when she sitting, that thong
We gettin' hella cross faded got her hittin' this bong
But the point I'm tryna make is that we'll be gettin it on
And they ain't leaving till six in the monin'

[Hook]