Nkem Okorie - Ft Adventures lyrics

{Intro: Lil Tele} I'm swerving on molly Got ya b*tch on me smoking ur Bali Got my boy Nkem Picking out them stem Shooting at ya men Bow bow bow bow now they all dead Car seat all red Whipping thru traffic This sh*t automatic Damn Your b*tch is elastic But her ass is plastic I'm calling her pretty but you know I'm sarcastic Shooting my shot but I'm hitting the basket Ey hold up, hold up my boy Nkem bout to spit some sh*t {Verse 1: Nkem Okorie} Ur boy on the track I’m about to overlap I’m eating big macs Shoot with the racks We stackin the racks U can with the stats I’m about to take a flight I’m floating high like a kite Ur boy in the paint I body like dwight U know I got the height U see me on sight U know I got the ring From your girl she only a fling {Verse 2: Nkem Okorie} Ey I'm back shoot with the mac We go back to back Acts like she's fine b*tch wasting time Bean in his prime passing a dime Now I'm a laker I shoot then you fold like paper I service you like a waiter {Verse 3: Nkem Okorie} Like a young waiter I pass that sh*t off to the side later Got my ni**as in a mansion you know we cover the acres Now that boy jealous don’t give him sh*t he a faker Yea I’m that man I make my plans 500 bands I spend that sh*t on another plan You see my dance That sh*t be heating up like a frying pan This an adventure I’m out here looking like peter pan Oh sh*t what time is it Got that watch on my wrist That’s how I live I’m straight out of Ireland u know I got that Dublin drip {Outro} Working on my mixtape U watching to escape I pick ur girl out like a grape sh*t sweet and sour I know u wanna taste Sike nah b*tch get out of my face b*tch you a disgrace Her name is Grace