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Part 1: OCEANSIDE (feat. MDMA) [prod. Embasin & IsaacIndigo]

Indigo
Okay, Embasin, whatever

Put that sh*t in overdrive, full throttle, buss it up
Way out in Oceanside, hunnid bottles, hunnid sl*ts
Noise complaints, neighbors b*t*hing, hate 'em all, [?]
Rightful, all forgiven, your pieces hardly hitting
I ain't gonna waste your time, is you tryna hold me up?
Did you learn? Did you lie? Building power, charge it up
Water bottle, Sprite with drugs, this the crib not the club
Bag a b*t*h but can't move on, pillow talking, pulling up

give a f**k
Gonna catch some heat from this, two turns, hold up
Walk it off, jog it, jog, what you think I'm charging for?
Act a fool if you want, demons posted in the cut
They been waiting all day for some, they been waiting all day for some
Thеy been waiting all day for some, they been waiting all day for some
Pullеd his name, who woulda thought, day and night, kiss a check
Smelled her [?], hearing silence, probably p*ssed, pull 'em up
Get the stick, pop the trunk, make sure that the blanket covers
Glove compartment, get the Glock, put it back then cover it up
SUV, stuffed it up, remain solid, runner up
Paraphernalia, pills with Percs, we ain't going down for nun'

Ride me like a Harley, Harley Quinn it is
since I got that drift
One-oh-one, that boys a myth, cruise until my money [?]
diamond district, I buss a prescription, no restriction
Move them bands through the Southern district, in a Hellcat, go, go, in the kitty
Free promo, t-shirt, no tips, underground rap [?] for the [?]
No Exorcist, arrow for the tip, her aura, my aura, might f**k when she here
She do what I do, I'm booted here with it, I call her on the phone [?]
Better not make no scene, don't need nobody to know
These big rocks sticking to your teeth, gon' get picked off one by one
Back in the trap, yeah, yeah, scale-up them bags, yeah, yeah
Party finna get shot up, shot down when the b*t*h you want does bad

Part 2: MICHELIN (prod. Embasin & IsaacIndigo)

Indigo
Okay, Embasin, whatever

Cool breeze, nice driving, highway and I pull up and do things my way
Big truck, driving my parlay, your mama so thick for the raw way
Horsepower, giddy up, donuts and all, torque in the burnout real strong
AR-15 with the monkey nut, pull up, psh, get 'em on
f**k the Michelin tires, we ride Firestone
Forgiato rims, 30s what I'm on
I got jetlag from switching time zones
Still on airplane mode, she mad I ain't pick up the phone

Treat her like my trophy wife, uh, real top chef
She blow me below the belt, she blow me below the belt
I keep me a loaded belt, I keep me a loaded belt
I smoke with a sage stem, I change up the odor, smell
f**k all that passive-aggressive sh*t, she mad off of a Tweet
That's a red flag right there, gotta leave you be, gotta leave you be
I ain't cuffing sh*t right now, honey, now Ima roam the Earth, real free
I ain't got time for you, I barely got time for me
Focusing on myself, tryna get generational wealth
I don't give a damn what I gotta go through, a n***a's already been through hell
Not in no Scat, did it all in a 'Cat
I could make a home run with an eight ball right now, right off the bat
Thousand grams, get a kilo of that pack
Take your sh*t if you got it, heard them n***as had you knotted

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