Lyrics Organic Shark Tales - Larry June, Chezi

Organic Shark Tales

Had to leave that bitch alone, she wasn’t worth it
You the type to purchase fake diamonds that ain’t worth shit
Worthless, pull up to my show and excursion
Everyday I wake up I can’t move without a purpose
I don’t fuck with clowns, get these bitches to the circus
Decorating houses we at
Cop it from the lot
Finger on the trigger I’m a real drug dealer
Broke niggas make me nervous
Signing dotted lines, I been working on my cursive
Baby I’m a lion, I don’t fuck around with serpents
I just spent 3 on some
When I was OT, I was selling onions
US Postal stacking packages, I’m doin' math
Everyday was Christmas season, how we moving bags
448 grams in a turkey bag
Basketball jersey and some books like I’m taking class
Robbed a nigga for a pack that’s a donation
Rule number 1: keep your eyes on your own paper
My baby cousin play with powder like a
Chezi world tourin', this shit cinematic
Bitch I’m from the city like OJ
In a 88 fifty, sippin OJ
Give a fuck what a hoe say
Plastic cup, that is Rosé
Dancin' on a punk bitch
Not me, my left wrist
Like a shirt, it’s on me
I got hoes in Wyoming
Stick on me, kick on me, moving, grooving
Shoestring on a Uzi case niggas get stupid
I’m radical, I had a hunnid hoes that’s factual
Hoppin out the coupe in these orange
Actually, I used to have a bitch named Ashley
Healthy, run up on me, get yo ass beat (numbers)
Baby going stupid on a left knee
Priceline, priceline, put her in the telly
10, 20, this bitch hittin'
I took her on a world tour, then hit Chezi
What’s happening
Meet me on I got a play
Fsho, the pack touched down we on the way