Offshore Lyrics by Swae Lee ft Young Thug
[Intro – Young Thug]
Ear Drummers
Take, take his woman
‘Cause I need her
‘Cause the way I wear my tees and my drinks, ayy
“Where do you wanna take me?”
Little do they know I want one
Got moles all over her knees
“Maserati”
[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Swae Lee]
Rolling off you
Rolling off you, you overdosing off my kiss
And the joke is on you
Joke is on you if you fall for that old n—a, hey!
[Hook/Chorus – Swae Lee & Young Thug]
I took a trip offshore “ayy”
Took the whip offshore “yeah”
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more “hey, hey”
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour “oh”
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for “that’s what it’s for”
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young n—-s on a crash course “do it large, do it large”
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far “ayy”
[Verse 1 – Young Thug]
I’ma let you vibe all day
I don’t mind if you try it all day
You know Thugger let you ride all day
Yeah let you ride all day
You can go get what you like all day
It feels wrong but it’s right, no, baby
Perky got me looking at your body all day
And it feels right, my baby, yeah
Baby steps when you walk
You got baby steps when you walk
High heels on your feet when you walk
High heels on your feet, baby
Lambo, them legs ajar, yeah
And a Maserati truck, the doors in the back ajar
Let’s get it on, baby
Make your mouth get it, get it gone, yeah
Like a motorcycle, get it on, baby
Perform foreplay
So in love, I can buy the b—h a ring every day
Stop this rap s–t, turn to a mob any day
Bossman, I could get homie dropped any day
I’ll slap the s–t out Donald Trump any day
Brand new assistant I like, any day
Better get it right if you don’t want gunplay
I’ma do it right and fill up the driveway
Bentley on the side and it’s sitting on LeBron James
911 Porsche got me taking you on a date, ayy
Pistol Pete mobbing, I’m banging it all day
Baddest and the baddest and the baddest like all day
I ran up the millions, I did it all my way
Hundred dollar bills and I like ’em all straight
Real talk, I’m a neat freak
And lil’ mama fold my clothes like a neat freak
You say you doing something, ya uncle reading right through your wrong
Hoes can’t talk when I talk where I’m from
32 pumps make ’em run, Forrest, run
Monte Carlo, popping my collar
Wrestle that ho like The M———-g Rock
I say wrestle that ho like The M———-g Rock
(?) it freeze up
Eat the cake, got amazing cake
These b—–s hating, they throw rice by the case
I’m riding down Memory Lane
Catching feelings like I’m Walter Payton
I just wanna (?) love this evening
Christian Dior with the ski
Bad b—h, yeah, make believe
Barney Balmain on my jeans
Bleeding like a Tampax Pearl
Mistake, let it rain on your world, ayy
Your diamonds, yeah, they wet like the bottom of the shore, yeah
Better stop playing, say you quick like sand, oh my God
[Hook/Chorus – Swae Lee]
I took a trip offshore
Took the whip offshore “yeah”
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more “hey, hey”
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young n—-s on a crash course
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far
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