Depressed Ocean

[Intro] Wha, ahh, uhh Yeah, finna godamnn uh, hunned on this bitch Uh, fuck, uh mofuckers dirty Alright, know what I'm sayin' all I dig You already know, hunned Word, mmmmm, yeah [Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my gosh (shit) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (god) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (ahh) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (woah) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (wet) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (god) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god [Verse] Oh, oh, oh catch me ridin' with yo hoe (yo hoe) Oh, oh, oh dirty golds look like rose Oh, oh, oh catch me hoppin' out two doors (huh) 2Pac steez with that diamond on my nose (twerk) All white coke 1's swerve like my bitch (damn) Oh, oh, oh looking like a walking lick Gold mouth daddy with them diamonds on my dick (my dick) Oh, oh, oh gold teeth look like piss Ridin' round the town work Hunned Stackz blowing thraxx Flyer than my bitch god damn I'm in NASA Twenty cellphones and a pager Persian twerk god (steez) Killing all you niggas 'cause the steez got me murked up [Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (woah) [Verse 2: Hunned Mill] Bitch on the molly 'bout to burp prolly all in the cut, with yo hoe Rolling up weed y'all still talking 'bout that loud, whenever y'all smoke Goth Money shit raw as a bitch we ain't got no condoms, in this hoe Art rich clique from the east side we hit the shit and we are go Off of the shits, know I brought it back this Flexico Goth Money shit swole My boys we come from the steez coast Ridin' round letting that weed blow Mike Jackson like T-LO Jugged and ball like freeflow Hannah Montana like Migo shit, coolin' with my vatos You ain't even know how the lane go, so don't even try to fit in hoe No new friends like Drake bro, can't copy this at Kinkos 'Cause it's too fucking wet need a poncho Better yet go get your raincoat Matter fact this too wet hoe Damn this just too wet bro [Outro] Uh, finna godamn That dirty boys shit, know what I'm sayin' Got the Air Force 1's shit, godamn cousin still got the durag on Yeah, you know, you know what I'm saying Ehhh, go