(Oli Outside)
Woah i got coconut and french vanilla blow
Fresh cherry Durban poison in my cone
I whisper i got i got got blood up on my new designer clothes
See too many naked bitches kinda grosss

Fuckin w ur boy that might be a big mistake huh
If my name in ur mouth ur body in a grave huh
Bitches in my bed i don't meet them till i wake up
Still don't know their names but they still dont wanna break up

Oli icy we all know it
Every line hidden message he just barcodin
Mix the Zan w the lean then we start rollin
Bitches feigning for a chance, leave em heartbroken
They don't like me in my foreign
Im more suicide than my doors is
In my head it be stormin'
Steal your e girl like a torrent

Woah i got coconut and french vanilla blow
Fresh cherry Durban poison in my cone
I whisper got blood up on my new designer clothes
See too many naked bitches kinda grosss

[Verse: SpaceMan Zack]
I got all these naked bitches they my hoes
I see all these naked women I'm like woah
When i die bury me in designer clothes
Lil shawty wanna fuck me off the blow
Oh, woah, baby fuck me 'cuz I'm better
I'm the man
I got diamonds drippin off the gucci sweater
You a lame
Play your music then they turn to Helen Keller
You a stain
I can make it rain
Yeah, i change the weather, oh
Oh, wow, now I'm super cold
Pussy taste like french vanilla I want more
I don't slow down speed it after rollin'
Fuck your bitch
Make that girlie curl her toes
(Oli Outside)
Woah i got coconut and french vanilla blow
Fresh cherry Durban poison in my cone
I whisper i got i got got blood up on my new designer clothes
See too many naked bitches kinda grosss