Oliver Francis – Nu Nardis lyrics

Y'all can't fuck with me
Y'all can't fuck with me
Trappin' overseas
Count 'bout 40 g's
Jeep Grand Cherokee rollin' 6 deep
Five girls
And lil' old me
Money counter go brrrrrr
Until it beep
Poppin' bottles sippin' syrup
Shawty off a bean
Rollin' up with doja to a swisher sweet
Dead presidents that's what's reppin' me
Crack a swisher
Half a cigarillo in the ashtray
[?] and some girls screamin' splash gang
Intermissions I've been rollin' doobies in the fast lane
In a homicide Camaro like I'm fuckin' Bruce Wayne
Rap game bat mane
2 cups sippin' drank
2 blunts to the face
Big bands blue flame
Tell your homie he don't know me he a phony
If he ain't got more muddy we gon' bust with that pistol
Hop up in the whip I said skrt skrt skrt
Got two iPhones and a quarter ounce of purp
Got two white hoes and you know they gonna twerk
Box logo thats supreme up on my shirt
Bape camo that's an ape all on my shirt
Big booty hoe in a little mini skirt
Keep a low pro
Smokin dope and sippin syrup
Hit the seven to eleven
Mixin' codeine with the slurpee
Ayee poppin bottles
Surpassin' all my idols
It was nothin' man, never idle
I'm goin in yeah I pull the title
I ain't seen shit hand up on the bible
Yeah I hit him with the rifle
Hop up in the whip I said skrt skrt skrt
Got two iPhones and a quarter ounce of purp
Got two white hoes and you know they gonna twerk
Box logo thats supreme up on my shirt