Letra de Froyo - 88rising

(Feat. ["BIBI (비비)","Rich Brian","Warren Hue"])

Shit have been crazy ever since I got on this floor

Oceans seem calm enough to dive in though

Hop on the wave, got all the damn things done

It's my mistake, the water ain't shallow

Sharks on their way, girl, get away

They out for blood, they thirsty, no mercy, they out to hurt me

And I want you to try me, dare you to drown me, yeah, yeah

Baby, baby, you see the glow, head to toe

Like oh, I'm the shit, yeah, I'm that bitch

I don't need to know who you know

Come and go like a wave moving my way

Come and get some of the yum-yum

They call it, they call it

Yeah, we on one like we're wild dumb

They call it, they call it

Uh, stop already, getting that WAP while I count my fifties

I was like sixteen with a lil 50K from a show that I did last minute

Change the mode if I don't fit in it

Rappers talk bread, where is your credit?

Man, I been had it

Man, I been had it

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Pull up at shows with hoes

I'm posing steady now what was your question?

I'm feeling cozy, cheeks are rosy

Man, get the fuck outta my mentions

Froyo's got a boatload

I was biking around up in gold coast

Four doors cool but the snorkel please get me two of those

Uh, winning, uh, uh, this only feel like beginning

I got my mother and you got your mama

So why do you say that we twinning? uh

Your music sounding like comedy

Because it always just sound like you kidding, uh

Spending two weeks in Oahu

Then I had to go to LA for a fitting, uh

What did I get from the deal can you check?

400K if I just had to guess

I am responsible, I'm not obsessed

Maybe a little I gotta confess

Twenty two, I got no homework

I just got layers of trojans

I got no time for depression

I gotta be here to kill all my opponents

Indo is hot, I'm the coldest

I need VV's no awards, ayy

Shawty gon' fuck on the floor, ayy

She think I'm trippin' and wylin'

I told her my heart fucking up to the core, ayy

Four, four, four, woah

Jay Z rock with fellas when I'm bored, ayy

Four chords make a hit, had shawty screaming in the encores

That bitch said "Warren, you famous"

Let's meet at a party, she ask me like damn where you at

She used to hate me but I'm getting bands, show it off

And now she don't know to react

Tired of all of these clubs in the west, I'm too busy

But she don't know how to relax

SUV uber, I got me a show

So I kill that shit, dip out and I cancel her plans

Ayy, I got a business meeting, fuck a function

I cannot deal with no fuck shit

This that red solo cup shit

I be making many moves

Money different hues

You make assumptions

What I gotta do to prove

That I'm in a booth

Turn 'em into nothings

Rappers left interrupted

Static TV when I come in

I don't even like the public

Poppin', my only option

Sell tix like it's Boston, sold out like I'm top ten

Sold out like I'm wait, yeah

Souls out, I can't trust em, yeah

Stop already, gettin that WAP while I count my fifties

I was like sixteen with a lil 50K from a show that I did last minute

Change the mode if I don't fit in it

Rappers talk bread, where is your credit?

Man, I been had it

Man, I been had it

Ayy, she tryna tell me I'm next (Ayy)

She went to show and she all up in my DMs

She wanna pull up undressed (Ayy)

I like the way that she moving

I keep it a hundred with bands on my desk (Ayy)

She do pilates while I'm in the party

Pockets only thing I stretch (Ayy)

Mr fantastic, new bitches on me go plastic

Fake face every single place I go

I be up in Calabasas

I just bought a brand new piece out in Soho

I feel like Michael Jackson, one glove on when I'm rapping

Have my thoughts distracted (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Fashion I love, so my shoe on Dior

LA bad bitches but she in New York

I told my label I need me a tour

Warren keep speeding but he be off course

I haven't seen where I'm at in a long time

I got too many bands to explore, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, yeah

I need the whole Louis Vuitton decor, yeah

Ayy, I got a business meeting, fuck a function

I cannot deal with no fuck shit

This that red solo cup shit

I be making many moves

Money different hues

You make assumptions

What I gotta do to prove

That I'm in a booth

Turn 'em into nothings

Rappers left interrupted

Static TV when I come in

I don't even like the public

Poppin', my only option

Sell tix like it's Boston, sold out like I'm top ten

Sold out like I'm wait, yeah

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