White Sand

Intro: | (x4) Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah) Lost it again, yeah (it's lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah) Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up) verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice) Ride 'round the city with a pipe Wrist frozen (frozen) Blessed, I guess I'm chosen (chosen) Hit a lightskin from Oakland In my old school sideshow Supersport (oh yeah) Crash the Porsche (oh yeah) I was gettin' head (woah) She was killin' it (woah) an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve) Cash out on some new shit (woah, look) verse 2: Big Sean Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty Swear to God I'm the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear) A clique full of CEO's (O's), none of us got a degree (no, no) Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me) I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God) I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah) Hungry for exposure, I'm with my Migos soldiers, gone White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it's lit) Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up) Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah) Coupe got wings (coupe got) Posted up with kings (coupe got wings) On the top like toupee (on top) Play no games, no 2K (no 2K) Crap game in the booth flame (crap) Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt) verse 3: Offset Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey) Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé) Run to the bag like Hussein (bag) When I lay my head down, got two K's (baow) Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari) I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe) I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul) Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech) I check my balance, the cash I'ma double up (bag) P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt) When I look at my wrist it's a hockey puck (woo) When I get with a bitch I'ma pipe her up (hey) Pour that lean on that ice (lean) Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream) Wedding band rings, ain't no wife Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo) verse 4: Takeoff Nigga we ain't hiding we straight (nope) I'm talking big plate with that steak (steak) Niggas be watchin' out 'cause they scoping (watchin') Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid) Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls A nigga must got to be joking (joking) Don't want the pack, it ain't potent (uh) Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice) I'm laughing, never lacking (no) Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin' it) Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin' it) Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes) Looking and watching which ass is gon' be the fattest (asses) I pick the bitch up and smash it 2018 we don't pass, we trash it Yeah, White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it's lit) Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up) Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah) Coupe got wings (coupe got) Posted up with kings (coupe got wings) On the top like toupee (on top) Play no games, no 2K (no 2K) Crap game in the booth flame (crap) Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)