PAROLES
[Intro]
You know
Yee (Ahaha)
Let’s go
Ayy (Hit-Boy)
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
‘Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ totally lit
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ solar eclipse
[Verse 1]
Look at my fit, I’m totally lit
I’m totally it, my style, you totally bit
I just crashed the ‘Rari, I totaled that shit
Wait, Dakari, turn up my vocals a bit
You only locally known, my brand is globally grown
If you ain’t know that by now, then you was totally wrong
I just left Miami, came back to Oakland, my home
This shit I’m smokin’ is Flower Shop, and it’s potentially blown (Sheesh)
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, buddy (Yee)
Get off my bitch, dummy
‘Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ totally lit
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ solar eclipse
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ayy
One of one, there will never be another one
Got the valet lookin’ at me all troublesome
Whеn I told him, “Get the Benz,” hе got the other one
When I really meant the other one
In Vancouver, I had put a Prada bubble on
Who you know that’s global tourin’, puttin’ Oakland on?
I can tell you what it is, but you already knowin’
Champagne keep going, keep pourin’, keep pourin’
Multi-platinum, we had did that years ago, and I still keep doing it
Couple cribs, which one?
Bunch of ones, pick one
Drink until the drinks done
I know I’m the sick one
Everywhere that I go, they know me as the lit one
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
‘Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ totally lit
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ solar eclipse
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
‘Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ totally lit
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ solar eclipse
[Outro]
Look at my wrist, I’m talkin’ solar eclipse
Fourth quarter, I just Kobe’d this shit
Let’s go
