G‐Eazy - Solar Eclipse Lyrics

You know
Yee (ahaha)
Let's go
Ayy (Hit-Boy)

Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' solar eclipse, uh

Look at my fit, I'm totally lit
I'm totally it, my style, you totally bit
I just crashed the 'Rari, I totaled that shit
Wait, Dakari, turn up my vocals a bit
You only locally known, my brand is globally grown
If you ain't know that by now, then you was totally wrong
I just left Miami, came back to Oakland, my home
This shit I'm smokin' is Flower Shop and it's potentially blown (sheesh)

Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' solar eclipse (yeah)

Ayy, one-of-one, there'll never be another one
Got the valet lookin' at me all troublesome
When I told him get the Benz, he got the other one
When I really meant the other one
In Vancouver, I had threw the Prada bubble on
Who you know that's global tourin', puttin' Oakland on?
I can tell you what it is, but you already know it
Champagne, keep glowin', keep pourin', keep pourin'
Multi-platinum, we had did that years ago, and I still keep doin' it
Couple cribs, which one?
Bunch of ones, pick one
Drink until the drink's done
I been on a sick one
Everywhere that I go, they know me as the lit one

Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' solar eclipse, uh
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' solar eclipse, uh

Look at my wrist, I'm talkin' solar eclipse, uh
Fourth quarter, I just Kobe'd this shit
Let's go