Ozzy lyrics

[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end
In the two-door, riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
I'ma fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
Shawty what's up, come and ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand

[Verse 1]
Rockstar sh*t, I feel like Ozzy
Pull up to the telly smokin' gas in the lobby
Drop top Mazi
No, can't nobody stop me
I'm a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low low
Red eye flights, Off-White head to toe though
Brand new Nikes looking nice with the polo
Jason Derulo you catch me riding solo
I kill 'em all call it Lars Ulrich
Lil' b*tch tryna ride my wave
Lil' b*tch get your own sh*t
Lil' b*tch I been gettin' paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil' b*tch soundin' like a lame
Beggin' for my old sh*t
Gonna pull up in the vert, goin skrt
I pick up your b*tch at work
I can't help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Beggin' for a feature
Boy you broke you can't afford a verse
b*tch I look like Frieza
Break that down and stuff it with the purp'
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end
In the two-door, riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
I'ma fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
Shawty what's up, come and ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand

[Verse 2]
Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on roll that sh*t up
Blowin' smoke out the windows
She look like Beatrix Kiddo
I'm with some Harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can't f*ck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima
I had to cop me some Bape
I skrt off in that beamer
And take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I'm feelin'
I tell them I'm feeling great
Rainbow road switchin' lanes
In that opalescent paint
Got some Saint Laurent glasses
Backwood ashin'
Police passin'
She bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the '97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
It don't matter where I'm at
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end
In the two-door, riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
I'ma fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
Shawty what's up, come and ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand