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Oliver Francis

Hectic

 

Hectic

(album: Oliver's Revenge - 2023)


Get outta here, Dewey
What are y'all doing in here?
We're smoking reefer
And you don't want no part of this shit
You're smoking reefers?
Yeah, of course we are, can't you smell it?

I'm so hectic in this bitch you know Lil Oli bring the chaos (chaos)
Put my team up on my back we balling like it's playoffs (ballin')
I'm likely doing burnouts in the RX7 FD
I ain't even started Lil' boy I been shooting lefty
I been swimming laps around these rappers call me Oli Phelps
Splashing out the water like a Orca you lil' boys is kelp
Demons all around me got me feeling like I'm Tanjiro
Keep a quarter milly duffled up lil' bitch you oughta know
Pleiades up on my pinky ring that shit be twinkling
These right here Amiri bitch you cant afford the jeans I'm in (no way)
Lil' bitch this ain't Twisted Metal I can't fuck wit' none you clowns
Retro 4's all on the pedals pin the gas and spin it round
Aye
Out in London spent a hunned K on Palace
My haters talking down but I won't have it, won't allow it
Keepin shit a hunned thousand
Let me call up my accountant
I break me down an 8th and roll a backwood all around it
(Aye, aye, aye, yeah)
Bitch my style is so astounding
I been raking up my paper
Stack it up tall like a mountain, aye
Middle fingers up like fuck everybody that doubted, aye
Smoke exotic chronic got cloudy in this Audi, yuh
I don't rock Balenciaga
You ain't really sayin nada
Spirit bomb the beat like I just stepped up out the Saiyan Saga
Ooh
I am him
Lil' bitch I am not yo' twin
Smoking potent Marijuana
Weed as green as Quai Gon Jin
Yeah, what, yeah, ayy, uh
I been on a cleanse
I been eating none but fruits and veggies
You been smoking stems
I put VV's all around the bezzy
Think it's time for me to shine
Stars all on my kicks I'm running shit
You boys is looking tired
Candy paint
Switching lanes
Wood grain on the steering wheel
Take a lap
Boy you trash
That's the way I really feel
See me out I'm twissing purple weed in Baby Milo
I'm laying low and sipping herbal tea like Uncle Ihro, bitch

Hectic, hectic, I been moving hectic
Call me Oli Knoxville, I been moving reckless
Hectic, hectic, I been moving hectic
Call me Oli Knoxville, I been moving reckless
Hectic, hectic, I been moving hectic
Call me Oli Knoxville, I been moving reckless
Hectic, hectic, I been moving hectic
Call me Oli Knoxville, I been moving reckless

You don't want it
Think I kinda want it
Okay, but just this once, come on in

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?