Thousand Island

(Aye Geo got the bandz huh?)

Tossing out the bands she wet, turn to thousand island
All this drip and wave might need my own private island
My phone on dnd I don't like being bothered
What you see in him that you see in me
Cause we ain't close, no contest
I'm just being honest
Who getting you wet up, like the tropics
I'm the hottest
Ain't around I'm still the topic
We ain't average
But I wouldn't say the life is lavish, yet
Niggas sending threats
Tell em' that's a bet

Got the stripes like a ref, staying with a tec
He got caught in Rumor
I was having sex
Rookie year I was in the section kicking with the vets
Some still may call me a Rook, but I'm hanging with the best
The coach ain't flying coach no more I'm walking up the steps
She say my touch do something to her like I'm crawling up her neck
How you having fun in life and you ain't even tryna get no check?
Nigga thinking with his dick, she dropped the lo
Finna get his head wet
SVJ burning the vette
Like ya hi-point ain't touching ain't touching the tec
Masi be burning the Dulce
Your nigga be smoking on Eh
Nigga start talking some shit hind my back and I'm lacing him up with the Ket
As soon as I cop the Bentayga I ship it to Germany for the mansory kit
Check the fit
Fore you me check me, check ya bitch
Fore you test me, check the wrist
She wet off dollars, she drippin'

Tossing out the bands she wet, turn to thousand island
All this drip and wave might need my own private island
My phone on dnd I don't like being bothered
What you see in him that you see in me
Cause we ain't close, no contest
I'm just being honest
Who get you wet up like the tropics
I'm the hottest
Ain't around i'm still the topic
We ain't average
But I wouldn't say the life is lavish, yet
Niggas sending threats
Tell em' that's a bet



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Writer(s): Christian Phoenix
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