harry o.

(no waters in the yacht. the biggest y'all know.)

(hey

let me get my sunglasses

thank you

uh

yo)

feeling relaxed like serena snaps

layin' on the beach

i might teabag

crack the safe

punch the code into the keypad

lemon squeezed over sea bass

i seen it through the submarine glass

breeze past

who's the cleanest? don't even ask

your favorite rapper's on my penis sack

i'm just speaking facts

might smack you in the teeth for these egregious acts

sailing the sea

been to belize and back

the world's my kingdom

i don't believe it's flat though

i'm on a whole 'nother plateau

the alchemist mix the grass and tobacco

play the back of the boat

with a ho on my dick

in back of her throat

why would the captain have to gloat? uh

no cap

you see the hat and coat

the catapult

my afro may be the cat

black and navajo

toss your dawg overboard just like some lettuce in the salad bowl

uh

then roll the gally home

they'll find your bones in the alley with the crows

baby sighin'

daddy closed

we're like the new death row

without the loan from harry o

we like the new death row

without the loan from harry o

nigga

you know?

marc'

baby

yeah

i been the. i been the fuckin' fishing pole

man

reelin' these fuckin' offers in

yeah

godbody

might snap that shit