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Oliver Francis

Slomo

 

Slomo

(album: Hijinks - 2022)


Look up at the sky, what

Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
My girl, she naked making breakfast, had to shout to 'em
OD, lowkey, bitch, you know me
Y'all said I fell off but I looked down and you below me
Oli sounding like he off the lean again
You won't see him out unless the team with him
In the kitchen cooking, 'bout to turn this shit to chop
Money making motherfucker, bitch, I gets a lot of guap
Yeah, I'm balling
Lately seeing commas, all I ever do
Big timer, baby, was the flyest 2002
Shout go out to Kate, Stacy, and my mother
Y'all took care of me, Zach, Adam, and Aahj like we was brothers
Now it's my turn to provide for my team
Got the whole gang with me, manifested my dreams
Still, it's pussy rapper tryna press me, that ain't nothing new to me
My Apple notes that look some like your favorite rapper's eulogy

I look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, look into my ride and that ass shaking in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, see my flying by, Lambo don't go slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, way we living life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo

Gots to slow it down, take a look at how you living
Hold my homies down, ain't no one around me switching
If I'm out in Texas, I won't lie I'm prolly sipping
Everything on my checklist, gotta just call that fruition
If Oli look like Leo DiCaprio, that man AahJ Brad Pitt
That man Trace Robert Downey Jr. and Chryse Johnny Depp
I max the gas in the foreign and I make the whip pirouette
Sipping Moet, come fuck with the best
Swear I'm feeling, feeling, feeling good
I'm flowing, DPO we pouring, glasses overflowing
OG rolling, we the ones who chosen
Yachts out on the ocean
Way I'm going at these rappers, said they need an Ibuprofen
I'm going at these rappers head, I'm feeling like the Shogun
Ayy, Bugatti's and Porsche's
Pussy rapper corpses
Go on, check the score, bitch
Uh, there ain't a crease up on my Forces
Oli smelling like Chanel and white vanilla orchids

Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, look into my ride, and that ass shaking in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
See my flying by, Lambo don't move in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Way we living life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah

done

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