Dasani Water

Lyrics

[Intro: Lush One] Uh, uh, nice M's on my feet, feet Trill player don't trick, so a bitch better drink, drink [Verse 1: Lush One] My grill the same color as Cool Whip I don't turf-hop, a player love to stunt on a new strip These diamonds is real, my VVS Jewish Lames rocking silver stones: these bitches is clueless Fly shorty in the BM' when I'm passing through (skrrrt!) Run above three 6's wit' my gangsta boo Touching mo' keys than the Creed piano loop When I cop the Andy Warhol painting wit' the Campbell's soup No jacking, no capping, so honest Bitch peeling, wheel-popping, show-stopping No bare, my dough stacking, ho-hopping Been triller, build product, Kult-mobbing [Verse 2: Chase Moore] Uh, I'm going over the ledge (uh-huh) Repping the two 6's, then you throw in a sev' (6-6-7) All or nothing, Kult life, never turf-hopping (never) You be purse-shopping while we Perc-popping So can I get an Adderall, please? I turn Super Saiyan like Dragon Ball Z (yee!) Taxing 'em, so I tell 'em, "Add up all the receipts" They can never dog me out when I had 'em all on a leash Yeah, time ticks like the Ocarina (Zelda) But we timeless like the Mona Lisa So when it's time, put some red diamonds in the Rollie features Hella shining, this shit is looking like a frozen pizza Kult [Hook: Lush One] My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!) 12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!) My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!) 12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!) My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water [Verse 3: Pistol McFly] Yeah, one time for my nigga - watch out for one time One time, I took Lucy and then I touched the sky All I see is dollar signs inside the preacher's eyes Visualize the ones who died, and I see modern life Fuck you saying? I fuck it up, it's for the gang Knew my nigga since the sandbox, they gave him all day What the fuck I'm 'posed to do? Because I know we born to lose But a nigga born to win, but when I do, they say we can't Try to rekindle every flame I hope I change Because they really want me to sing First fade was before the first grade Air Max '98, I think this back in the days [Verse 4: Bobby Bucher] Suicide doors, but I ain't tryna die yet I got sleepy eyelids, my pockets don't diet Kult Life, I think yo' bitch go and try this Don't gotta be in a jet to be the flyest Ay, got gold on both of my wrists Might dip 'em all in water just to flex on your bitch But I ain't gotta stretch if I ain't flexing a bit Lost time and got it back, now I'm back on my shit Keep a strap where I'm at, 'cause I ain't gon' die in this bitch It's Westside 'til I die, and I ain't never gon' switch Only two options for me: lose my life or get rich Pull up on the homies if the function is lit (pull up, pull up!) [Hook: Lush One] My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!) 12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!) My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!) 12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!) My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water