Lyrics to Opal Bones
Let me get shit off my chest for real
Yeah
*Yeah, yeah, yeah*
I don't want no fake love so stop throwing it to me
Had to hire a tutor for my chain 'cause it's stupid
I don't have to write my songs, I talk when I'm zooted
They throw shade on me because they're wondering how I do it
I need an upgrade, Pack-a-Punch my neck
I had to upgrade, put chains on my set
I had to update my swag, that's a fact
Baby it's Lil' OK and I know you mad
Used to have to step on the fish, I used to cut it
Used Rurouni Kenshin both my wrist, I used to cut it
Now I'm eating steak at Ruth Chris (Yeah)
I call mama, say I'm rich (Yeah)
Please don't pass me a blunt, I know Reggie when I see it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't guess that boy up, he trash but he don't see it
I don't want no drama, this ain't High School Musical
Leave that boy leaking, I have blood inside my cuticles
He got smoked for his cheese, baby, that's some smoked Gouda
Nobody colder than me, baby, I'm hot, Bermuda
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
I'm a relapse if I chop a flat
I'm a relax if I top a nat
If I need bags I'ma make a stack
Got a keypad so you can't take my racks
I don't want no fake love so stop throwing it to me
Had to hire a tutor for my chain 'cause it's stupid
I don't have to write my songs, I talk when I'm zooted
They throw shade on me because they're wondering how I do it
I need an upgrade, Pack-a-Punch my neck
I had to upgrade, put chains on my set
I had to update my swag, that's a fact
Baby it's Lil' OK and I know you mad
Got a bad bitch, chi-chi, tell David Dobrik
Buy me a Tesla off of SeatGeek
I'm a run his pockets if he meet me
Foreign sauce on me, boy, that's Tahini
I remember when I was 17, I robbed a Cici's
26, I got six rings (Wow)
Always knew that I would do big things
I walked into Tiffany, and I got more ice than the Red Wings
When I step in my house, I have more gold than 26 Kings
When I'm in LA they show love to me like I'm LeBron James (That's right)
90° that Kurt angle
90° that Kurt angle
90° that Kurt angle
90° that Kurt angle
Yeah
*Yeah, yeah, yeah*
I don't want no fake love so stop throwing it to me
Had to hire a tutor for my chain 'cause it's stupid
I don't have to write my songs, I talk when I'm zooted
They throw shade on me because they're wondering how I do it
I need an upgrade, Pack-a-Punch my neck
I had to upgrade, put chains on my set
I had to update my swag, that's a fact
Baby it's Lil' OK and I know you mad
Used to have to step on the fish, I used to cut it
Used Rurouni Kenshin both my wrist, I used to cut it
Now I'm eating steak at Ruth Chris (Yeah)
I call mama, say I'm rich (Yeah)
Please don't pass me a blunt, I know Reggie when I see it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't guess that boy up, he trash but he don't see it
I don't want no drama, this ain't High School Musical
Leave that boy leaking, I have blood inside my cuticles
He got smoked for his cheese, baby, that's some smoked Gouda
Nobody colder than me, baby, I'm hot, Bermuda
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
I'm a relapse if I chop a flat
I'm a relax if I top a nat
If I need bags I'ma make a stack
Got a keypad so you can't take my racks
I don't want no fake love so stop throwing it to me
Had to hire a tutor for my chain 'cause it's stupid
I don't have to write my songs, I talk when I'm zooted
They throw shade on me because they're wondering how I do it
I need an upgrade, Pack-a-Punch my neck
I had to upgrade, put chains on my set
I had to update my swag, that's a fact
Baby it's Lil' OK and I know you mad
Got a bad bitch, chi-chi, tell David Dobrik
Buy me a Tesla off of SeatGeek
I'm a run his pockets if he meet me
Foreign sauce on me, boy, that's Tahini
I remember when I was 17, I robbed a Cici's
26, I got six rings (Wow)
Always knew that I would do big things
I walked into Tiffany, and I got more ice than the Red Wings
When I step in my house, I have more gold than 26 Kings
When I'm in LA they show love to me like I'm LeBron James (That's right)
90° that Kurt angle
90° that Kurt angle
90° that Kurt angle
90° that Kurt angle
