Ocean flow

[Intro: Trippie Redd]

(Honorable Court)

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)

I was countin' dead Presi's on the damn boat (Yacht)

Blood out in the ocean, watch the dead bodies float (Haha)

Throw my ice up in the air, watch it hit the ocean flow

Cannonball with all my ice and watch the whole world overflow

We come from the hood, man, my daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)

R.I.P. my brother, rob the bank, we kept the dough (Dough, yeah)

What your ass gon' do when them feds hit your door? (Your door)

You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch, yeah

[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Slimesito]

We got clips up in the air, hollow tips up in the air

We got blicks up in the air, a hundred sticks up in the air

We got missiles in the air, they might hit you in the air (Blatt, blatt)

They might miss you in the air but if it's up, it's in the air (Yeah)

[Verse: Slimesito]

I got sticks up in the air (Sticks)

I'm fuckin' two bitches, yeah, they came in pairs (Damn)

You ain't got no straps on you 'cause you scared

That .45 on me, yeah, I came prepared (Yeah)

We outside catchin' plays like it's a fair

You know I'm strapped up 'cause I ain't playin' fair (Strapped)

You wanna rob me, nigga, I wish you'd dare

I'm passin' your bitch 'cause you know I share (On gang)

I got a foreign bitch and she got good hair

My shooter pop him [?] (Blatt, blatt)

That nigga want smoke now that shit in the air (Yeah)

I'm sippin' that ocean Tech, Bloody Mary (Tech)

He don't want no smoke 'cause he scary

Blood diamonds my ring but I ain't tryna get married (Ice)

I was makin' jail calls, now I'm usin' Siri

I'm slimin' niggas with the mask like Jim Carrey

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)

I was countin' dead Presi's on the damn boat (Yacht)

Blood out in the ocean, watch the dead bodies float (Haha)

Throw my ice up in the air, watch it hit the ocean flow

Cannonball with all my ice and watch the whole world overflow

We come from the hood, man, my daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)

R.I.P. my brother, rob the bank, we kept the dough (Dough, yeah)

What your ass gon' do when them feds hit your door? (Your door)

You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch, yeah