Gene Simmons - Oliver Francis

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, ooh

Aye, can you turn that on?

Yeah, what’s up

Whoa, turn up, turn up, what?

Yeah

Push to start ignition with the heated seats, ooh

Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me, ayy

It’s all cash, why the fuck I need a lease?

Ayy

Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty

All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf

I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back, yuh

Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard, yeah

Yeah, whip it like a NASCAR

Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ayy

Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah

Shawty wanna kiss like I’m Gene Simmons

Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons, yeah

How the fuck I’m comin'?

Bitch, I’m comin' clutch, ayy

You can’t tell me shit, I’m that boy, go look me up, ayy

Bitch, bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah

Ain’t nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops, yeah

Just rollin' up the dope with these hoes, yeah, you know

That I be rollin' through the 573 with my bros

And I be smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes

And I been stackin' up the paper with nothin' but the flow

And you know, yeah

My only motive the money

Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won’t take shit from me

I got some weed and it’s dummy, I’m on the beach and it’s lovely, yeah

I’m with a dime piece and she love me

And I ain’t never worry 'bout the rest

I seen that shit and I wasn’t impressed, nah, ayy

Boy, this cannot be yo' best, yeah

Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah

I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah

I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah

All these rappers boring me to death, ah, yeah

Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah