Ozark by Trizz Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, we ain't gon' talk about it, you can't walk around it
So if you bout it, nigga shout it, try to be the loudest
Lost my mind and then I found it, got money to count it
Pull up and it be crowded, they got me surrounded
My mind is hella clouded, smoking hella ounces, we be on hella mountains, cause we be smoking loud
They know the sound, they know the West, how I go hold it down
It's going down, forgot my shit so I'mma turn around, tell her to turn around I fucking let her wear my crown
She wasn't down, she was a hound and she can't wear it now
She wearing hand-me-downs, and she can't stand me now, unless we fucking bitch shut up and pull them panties down
I used to hate 'em but them haters come in handy now
They sweet like candy now it's all fine and dandy now
Shit, I'll probably start a family now
I'm happy now, and I ain't never leaving Cali now
Let's bring it back around, it ain't no backing down
I ain't now, I'm pulling up my khakis now
Behind them cameras now, hurry up and snap it now
Throw up the West against my chest and watch me crack a smile
[Verse 2]
Now we in Amsterdam, with a handicam
Pass the grams getting head from a nasty fan
This bitch is nasty man I told her I'm a family man
I like 'em fancy man, I only like 'em classic man
We out here acting bad, know how to have a blast
This bitch got ass and she ain't fast she always hauling gas
I'm lost in all this cash, shopping and popping tags
My niggas is dropping all this trash, shit it ain't gon' last
I'm with my comrades, they all rags and haul bad
Paid the shit in all cash, I'm bout to scrape up y'all flag
Yeah, and I ain't tripping off these rappers cause they all fast
And they dressing up in all drag, nigga
Ay, we ain't gon' talk about it, you can't walk around it
So if you bout it, nigga shout it, try to be the loudest
Lost my mind and then I found it, got money to count it
Pull up and it be crowded, they got me surrounded
My mind is hella clouded, smoking hella ounces, we be on hella mountains, cause we be smoking loud
They know the sound, they know the West, how I go hold it down
It's going down, forgot my shit so I'mma turn around, tell her to turn around I fucking let her wear my crown
She wasn't down, she was a hound and she can't wear it now
She wearing hand-me-downs, and she can't stand me now, unless we fucking bitch shut up and pull them panties down
I used to hate 'em but them haters come in handy now
They sweet like candy now it's all fine and dandy now
Shit, I'll probably start a family now
I'm happy now, and I ain't never leaving Cali now
Let's bring it back around, it ain't no backing down
I ain't now, I'm pulling up my khakis now
Behind them cameras now, hurry up and snap it now
Throw up the West against my chest and watch me crack a smile
[Verse 2]
Now we in Amsterdam, with a handicam
Pass the grams getting head from a nasty fan
This bitch is nasty man I told her I'm a family man
I like 'em fancy man, I only like 'em classic man
We out here acting bad, know how to have a blast
This bitch got ass and she ain't fast she always hauling gas
I'm lost in all this cash, shopping and popping tags
My niggas is dropping all this trash, shit it ain't gon' last
I'm with my comrades, they all rags and haul bad
Paid the shit in all cash, I'm bout to scrape up y'all flag
Yeah, and I ain't tripping off these rappers cause they all fast
And they dressing up in all drag, nigga