Dasani Water

[Intro: Lush One]
Uh, uh, nice M's on my feet, feet
Trill player don't trick, so a bitch better drink, drink

[Verse 1: Lush One]
My grill the same color as Cool Whip
I don't turf-hop, a player love to stunt on a new strip
These diamonds is real, my VVS Jewish
Lames rocking silver stones: these bitches is clueless
Fly shorty in the BM' when I'm passing through (skrrrt!)
Run above three 6's wit' my gangsta boo
Touching mo' keys than the Creed piano loop
When I cop the Andy Warhol painting wit' the Campbell's soup
No jacking, no capping, so honest
Bitch peeling, wheel-popping, show-stopping
No bare, my dough stacking, ho-hopping
Been triller, build product, Kult-mobbing

[Verse 2: Chase Moore]
Uh, I'm going over the ledge (uh-huh)
Repping the two 6's, then you throw in a sev' (6-6-7)
All or nothing, Kult life, never turf-hopping (never)
You be purse-shopping while we Perc-popping
So can I get an Adderall, please?
I turn Super Saiyan like Dragon Ball Z (yee!)
Taxing 'em, so I tell 'em, "Add up all the receipts"
They can never dog me out when I had 'em all on a leash
Yeah, time ticks like the Ocarina (Zelda)
But we timeless like the Mona Lisa
So when it's time, put some red diamonds in the Rollie features
Hella shining, this shit is looking like a frozen pizza
Kult

[Hook: Lush One]
My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders
They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's
You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!)
12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!)
My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water
My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders
They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's
You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!)
12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!)
My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water

[Verse 3: Pistol McFly]
Yeah, one time for my nigga - watch out for one time
One time, I took Lucy and then I touched the sky
All I see is dollar signs inside the preacher's eyes
Visualize the ones who died, and I see modern life
Fuck you saying? I fuck it up, it's for the gang
Knew my nigga since the sandbox, they gave him all day
What the fuck I'm 'posed to do? Because I know we born to lose
But a nigga born to win, but when I do, they say we can't
Try to rekindle every flame
I hope I change
Because they really want me to sing
First fade was before the first grade
Air Max '98, I think this back in the days

[Verse 4: Bobby Bucher]
Suicide doors, but I ain't tryna die yet
I got sleepy eyelids, my pockets don't diet
Kult Life, I think yo' bitch go and try this
Don't gotta be in a jet to be the flyest
Ay, got gold on both of my wrists
Might dip 'em all in water just to flex on your bitch
But I ain't gotta stretch if I ain't flexing a bit
Lost time and got it back, now I'm back on my shit
Keep a strap where I'm at, 'cause I ain't gon' die in this bitch
It's Westside 'til I die, and I ain't never gon' switch
Only two options for me: lose my life or get rich
Pull up on the homies if the function is lit (pull up, pull up!)

[Hook: Lush One]
My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders
They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's
You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!)
12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!)
My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water
My bitches all dimes, the clique is all riders
They used to front on us 'til they got Alzheimer's
You know we drippin' on 'em (drip!)
12, we dippin' on 'em (SKRRRRT!)
My fit is all designer, and my wrists Dasani water