Oceans Lyrics

Okay baby I'ma pull up to your home

Know how you feel when we talking on the phone

I'ma hit it raw because you know we grown

You ain't ratchet make that money on your own

Know you a freak when you be chilling all alone

This bitch my bitch yeah she in love with John Ramon

If she in trouble then you know what side I'm on

Ain't got a act like what the lames be putting on

If twelve bust in

Then that is thirty in the sink

Homie locked in the house he only drinking lean

We catch some bodies

Clean the scene like Mr Clean

Don't pour into my sprite if that weak shit is green

Four seven hundred yeah we really chasing dreams

Don't want your bitch because your bitch be for the team

Ain't what it seems I'll tell you who be pulling strings

I shoot like curry ain't no sonic I got rings

Ain't gotta fight but ima swing if you gonna swing

I ain't got time to go and argue about no fling

I don't play about my bitch cuz that my stink

No I don't like you I'm just trying to fucking link

Okay baby I'ma pull up to your home

Know how you feel when we talking on the phone

I'ma hit it raw because you know we grown

You ain't ratchet make that money on your own

Know you a freak when you be chilling all alone

This bitch my bitch yeah she in love with John Ramon

If she in trouble then you know what side I'm on

Ain't got a act like what the lames be putting on