S500

[Chorus]
Go 'head, catch a vibe and roll some weed, uh
Kush all in my lap, it got me geekin' (Gas, gas, gas, gas, gas)
S500 with the peanut butter seats, uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
White Air Forces for my whole entire team, yuh, ayy (For the team, yeah)
PMW, that's all I need (That's pussy, money, weed)
Let's see your dollar signs, I don't care 'bout the streams, no (Yeah, let's see it)
I ditched the labels, now I'm 'bout to spread my wings, yuh (Fuck that)
I cannot fuck with you 'cause all your shit is weak, yuh (Your shit so trash, bitch)

[Post-Chorus]
You ain't goin' hard than me, got concrete in my veins (In my veins, in my veins)
Turn up the stage, it got me tanglin' up my chains, yuh (My shit been tangled up, ooh)
Been on the low, I need an interviеw with Zane, uh (Hit me up, Zane)
I bеnch your favorite rapper, take 'em out the game, yuh (Ooh, he on the bench, whoa)
Lil' Oli surfin' on this beat, sound like a wave, yuh (Splash, splash)
Splashin' out the water every day, yuh (Splash, splash)
Somethin' like a model way I'm serving all these looks, yuh
My opps is dumb as fuck, y'all need go read a book, yuh

[Verse]
You find me overseas, rollin' weed
Y'all can't rock the show like me (No, sir)
I touched down in London, jump out the plane in some Burberry (Ayy, whoa)
GDP, that's potpourri
Know that Chryse, he hold that heat (Doo-doo-doo)
I got plenty model honeys ask if they can hold my meat (Ayy, oh yeah)
Sneakers with the double C's (Oh, Chanel)
Just touched down in Germany
I walk in the Barclay's, I'm 'bout to convert my currency
Kill the pussy, kill the beat (Kill it)
Yohji Yamamoto jeans (Whoa)
Eatin' steak and lobster wit' a side of squash and zucchini (Lil' bitch)
Sippin' all white zinfandel (Yuh)
Could have been a Chip 'n Dale
I just spent a quarter million, OG rollin', scrollin' Grailed (Ayy, woo)
My team, we just cannot fail (Whoa)
Pressin' juice and sippin' kale (Whoa, ayy)
Haters talkin', wastin' breath but that's just wind up in my sails
Used to be a janitor, man, I was livin' check to check (Ayy)
Now I feel like Prince, I put my bitch in the lil' red Corvette (Whoa, skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch, I'm fresh up off the jet (Whoa)
Sippin' on a lil' Moet (Ayy)
Go 'head tell these pussies if they want it, best to come correct (Lil' bitch)

[Chorus]
Go 'head, catch a vibe and roll some weed, uh (Go catch a vibe, ho)
Kush all in my lap, it got me geekin' (Gas, gas, gas, gas, gas)
S500 with the peanut butter seats, uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
White Air Forces for my whole entire team, yuh (For the team, yeah)
PMW, that's all I need (That's pussy, money, weed)
Let's see your dollar signs, I don't care 'bout the streams, no (Yeah, let's see it)
I ditched the labels, now I'm 'bout to spread my wings, yuh (Fuck that)
I cannot fuck with you 'cause all your shit is weak, yuh (Your shit so trash, bitch)

[Post-Chorus]
You ain't goin' hard than me, got concrete in my veins (In my veins, in my veins)
Turn up the stage, it got me tanglin' up my chains, yuh (My shit been tangled up, ooh)
Been on the low, I need an interview with Zane, uh (Hit me up Zane, ooh)
I bench your favorite rapper, take 'em out the game (Ooh, he on the bench, whoa)
Lil' Oli surfin' on this beat, sound like a wave (Splash, splash)
I come splashin' out the water every day, yuh (Splash, splash)
Somethin' like a model way I'm serving all these looks, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
It's Oli F, I got your favorite rapper shook, uh