Organic Shark Tales - Larry June, Chezi

Had to leave that bitch alone, she wasn’t worth it

You the type to purchase fake diamonds that ain’t worth shit

Worthless, pull up to my show and excursion

Everyday I wake up I can’t move without a purpose

I don’t fuck with clowns, get these bitches to the circus

Decorating houses we at

Cop it from the lot

Finger on the trigger I’m a real drug dealer

Broke niggas make me nervous

Signing dotted lines, I been working on my cursive

Baby I’m a lion, I don’t fuck around with serpents

I just spent 3 on some

When I was OT, I was selling onions

US Postal stacking packages, I’m doin' math

Everyday was Christmas season, how we moving bags

448 grams in a turkey bag

Basketball jersey and some books like I’m taking class

Robbed a nigga for a pack that’s a donation

Rule number 1: keep your eyes on your own paper

My baby cousin play with powder like a

Chezi world tourin', this shit cinematic

Bitch I’m from the city like OJ

In a 88 fifty, sippin OJ

Give a fuck what a hoe say

Plastic cup, that is Rosé

Dancin' on a punk bitch

Not me, my left wrist

Like a shirt, it’s on me

I got hoes in Wyoming

Stick on me, kick on me, moving, grooving

Shoestring on a Uzi case niggas get stupid

I’m radical, I had a hunnid hoes that’s factual

Hoppin out the coupe in these orange

Actually, I used to have a bitch named Ashley

Healthy, run up on me, get yo ass beat (numbers)

Baby going stupid on a left knee

Priceline, priceline, put her in the telly

10, 20, this bitch hittin'

I took her on a world tour, then hit Chezi

What’s happening

Meet me on I got a play

Fsho, the pack touched down we on the way