Froyo Lyrics – 88rising, BIBI & Rich Brian

Froyo Lyrics by 88rising, BIBI & Rich Brian

Shit have been crazy ever since I got on this flow
Oceans seem calm enough to dive in though
Hop on the wave, got all the damn things done
It’s my mistake, the water ain’t shallow

Sharks on their way, girl, get away
They out for blood, they thirsty, no mercy, they out to hurt me
And I want you to try me, dare you to drown me, yeah, yeah
Baby, baby, you see the glow head to toe

Like oh, I’m the sh#t, yeah, I’m dat b#tch
I don’t need to know who you know
Come and go like a wave moving my way
Come and get some of the yum-yum

They call it, they call it
Yeah, we on one like we’re wild dumb
They call it, they call it
Uh, stop already getting that WAP while I count my fifties

I was like sixteen wit a lil 50K from a show that I did last minute
Change the mold if I don’t fit in it
Rappers talk bread where is your credit?
Man, I been had it

Man, I been had it
Pull up at shows with b#tch
I’m posing steady now what was your question?
I’m feeling cozy cheeks are rosy

Man, get the f#ck outta my mentions
Froyo’s got a boatload
I was biking around up in gold coast
Four doors cool but the snorkel please get me two of those

Uh, winning, uh, uh, this only feel like beginning
I got my mother and you got your mama
So why do you say that we twinning? Uh
Your music soundin like comedy

Because it always just sound like you kidding, uh
Spending two weeks in Oahu
Then I had to go to LA for a fitting, uh
What did I get from the deal can you check

400K if I just had to guess
I am responsible I’m not obsessed
Maybe a little I gotta confess
Twenty two I got no homework

I just got layers of trojans
I got no time for depression
I gotta be here to kill all my opponents
Indo is hot I’m the coldest

I need VV’s no awards, ayy
Shawty gon f#ck on the floor, ayy
She think I am trippin’ and wylin’
I told her my heart f#cking up to the core, ayy

Four, four, four, woah, Jay Z rock with fellas, ayy
When I’m bored, four chords make a hit
Had shawty screaming in the encores
That b#tch said “Warren, you famous”

Let’t meet at a party she ask me like damn where you be at
She used to hate me but I’m getting bands show it off
And now she don’t know to react
Tired of all of these clubs in the west, I’m too busy

But she don’t know how to relax
SUV uber, I got me a show
So I kill that sh#t dip out and I cancel her plans
Ayy, I got a business meeting f#ck a function

I cannot deal with no f#ck sh#t
This that red solo cup sh#t
I be making many moves
Money different hues

You make assumptions
What I gotta do to prove
That I’m in a booth
Turn ’em into nothings

Rappers left interrupted
Static TV when I come in
I don’t even like the public
Poppin’ my only option

Sell tix like it’s Boston, sold out like I’m top ten
Sold out like I’m wait, yeah
Souls out I can’t trust em, yeah
Stop already, gettin that WAP while I count my fifties

I was like sixteen wit a lil 50K from a show that I did last minute
Change the mold if I don’t fit in it
Rappers talk bread where is your credit?
Man, I been had it

Man, I been had it
Ayy, she tryna tell me I’m next
She went to the show and she all in my DM
She wanna pull up undressed (Ayy)

I like the way that she moving
I keep a hundred with bands on my desk (Ayy)
She do pilates while I’m in the party
Pockets only thing I stretch (Ayy)

Mr fantastic, new b#tches on me on plastic
Fake face every single place I go
I be up in calabasas
I just bought a brand new piece out in soho

I feel like Michael Jackson, one glove on when I’m rapping
Have my thoughts distracted (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fashion I love, so my shoe on Dior
LA bad b#tches but she in New York

I told my label I need me a tour
Warren keep speeding but he be off course
I haven’t seen where I’m at in a long time
I got too many bands to explore, blue hunnits blue hunnits, yeah

I need the whole the Louis Vuitton decor, yeah
Ayy, I got a business meeting f#ck a function
I cannot deal with no f#ck sh#t
This that red solo cup sh#t

I be making many moves
Money different hues
You make assumptions
What I gotta do to prove

That I’m in a booth
Turn ’em into nothings
Rappers left interrupted
Static TV when I come in

I don’t even like the public
Poppin’ my only option
Sell tix like it’s Boston, sold out like I’m top ten
Sold out like I’m wait, yeah

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88rising, BIBI & Rich Brian Lyrics – Froyo

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Froyo