Lyrics: T’corrian Walton
Music: T’corrian Walton
Øway, Øway, Øway
Øway, Øway, Øway
Shouts out to Dølla gang
Shouts out the flag crew
Love for the mafia
Love for my ma dukes
I been getting popular
Doing what I want to
Screwing who I want to
Doing what I want to
Øway, Øway, Øway
Øway, Øway, Øway
I been on that road
Still crossing o's
I been on that road baby
Still crossing o's baby
I been in that mode baby
I been doing shows baby
I been doing shows
I been in that mode
I been with the bros
I been with ya' ho
Big shouts out to your ho
She let me get in her throat
Big shouts out to my coat, Ferragamo
I can't forget my toes
This shit cost me bout 4
Can't forget you, you can't forget me
Staring at the moon, sharing a spliff
Pain in my wounds, tatted up my sleeves
I don't gotta tie my shoes, these Givenchy
Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy
Øway, it's Øway
Shouts out to Dølla gang
Shouts out the flag crew
Love for the mafia
Love for my ma dukеs
I been getting popular
Doing what I want to
Screwing who I want to
Doing what I want to
Øway, Øway, Øway
Øway, Øway, Øway