Non Stop - Oliver Francis

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack

Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match

I know what they up too, they don’t really love you

Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8 digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out smoking OG

Its a new Amiri jean

Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah

Keep up in a two door

Getting top, while I’m watching Naruto

Twenty bands on the kid, when he stepped out

Its really no contest, I’m the best out

Ice cold, sipping on

I’m balling on 2k

VVS on my neck, on my earlobes

New crib, bathroom with the heated floors

White my whip

All cash down, pulling out the dealership

I like getting money, least not like this

Sixteen thou on a necklace

Got your girl looking at me like she want me

Windows down probably drapped in Givenchy

Riding down the coast with shawty smoking

Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack

Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match

I know what they up too, they don’t really love you

Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8 digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out smoking OG

Its a new Amiri jean

Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah

Prolly chilling with some bitches at the ski lodge

New Balenciaga not no Rebok

Now we burning all the gas in the Nisson

Ollie self produced, everybody know the beat knock

Fuck my girl from the back, with my chains on

Power up like I’m

Bad bitch in Louis Vuitton

Hit the drunken fists, Henny like I’m Rockly

I just hit the limit on the ATM

G class Benz with the forgiato rims

Rolling through my city probably thumbing through my bands

I be getting money with my best friends

I be at the crib laying low, smoking fruit loops

VVS looking like a holographic bluetooth

Bad bitch in the front seat with her feet up

Everybody eyes on the gang when they see us

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack

Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match

I know what they up too, they don’t really love you

Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8 digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out smoking OG

Its a new Amiri jean

Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack

Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match

I know what they up too, they don’t really love you

Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8 digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out smoking OG

Its a new Amiri jean

Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah