Francis, Oliver - Non Stop Lyrics




Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smell mine, y'all can't match
I know what they up too, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
Pull up in the i8 digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
Its a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah

Keep up [?] in a two door
Getting top, while I'm watching Naruto
Twenty bands on the kid, when he stepped out
Its really no contest, I'm the best out
Ice cold, sipping on [?]
[?] I'm balling on 2k
VVS on my neck, on my earlobes
New crib, bathroom with the heated floors
White [?] my whip
All cash down, pulling out the dealership
I like getting money, least not like this
Sixteen thou on a necklace
Got your girl looking at me like she want me
Windows down probably drapped in Givenchy
Riding down the coast with shawty smoking [?]
Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smell mine, y'all can't match
I know what they up too, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
Pull up in the i8 digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
Its a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah

Prolly chilling with some bitches at the ski lodge
New Balenciaga not no Rebok
Now we burning all the gas in the Nisson
Ollie self produced, everybody know the beat knock
Fuck my girl from the back, with my chains on
Power up like I'm [?]
Bad bitch in Louis Vuitton [?]
Hit the drunken fists, Henny like I'm Rockly
I just hit the limit on the ATM
G class Benz with the forgiato rims
Rolling through my city probably thumbing through my bands
I be getting money with my best friends
I be at the crib laying low, smoking fruit loops
VVS looking like a holographic bluetooth
Bad bitch in the front seat with her feet up
Everybody eyes on the gang when they see us

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smell mine, y'all can't match
I know what they up too, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
Pull up in the i8 digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
Its a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smell mine, y'all can't match
I know what they up too, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
Pull up in the i8 digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
Its a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah





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