Jokaa
I done took her to the island
To the islands
I've been smoking herbs on the beach to get the highest
Shorty she a bird she a treesh she got that mileage
Yea I'm too fly she in the cockpit like a pilot
I was losing track and I got back that's perfect timing
Niggas talking shit behind my back and I stay silent
Now I run the game and I sit back in my recliner
Thinking bout them riches and the fame I'm not declining
A joker masterminding ya
Come play a game
See if you can take the watches, take the blame
See if you can take the heat from the cops and head to Blaine
See you fucking tweaking man this shit ain't GTA
Niggas out here glitching man this shit ain't been a game
Bitches they complain, shut it up they better work
She know that enough, she head to the club so she can twerk
She moving the nude in the uni so she can nurse
Off for a nigga with no fucking bag to come and flirt
Better go buy that bitch a purse
I been racking up 50, 60, might as well go and splurge
They was talking messy, icky vicky, might as well go and purge
To the Sky with all my Chips until I'm laying down in a hearse
Now you say that nigga ain't shit, swear to God bitch I'm worse
Fuck around with Lord Noire man you better put God first
Drop a bag go out to Turks, stay surrounded with some murks
They gone play a foul ball we got no safety with the lurks
To get this eagle eye view I had some evil views that hurt
Knowing everybody I got man I know they had me first
Man I'm surfing on my own wave I got my own turf
Yeah they running up on my own line I put they ass in the dirt
Man I'm grinding all of my own time from the first back to the first
Man I'm shooting that bitch a movie catching all the angles like Kurt
Yeah I make sure she good but I don't make sure she skate
Man to get to the top of this shit man gotta grind gotta have faith
To the islands, I been smoking herbs on the beach to get the highest
Shorty she a bird she a treesh she got that mileage
Yeah I'm too fly in the cockpit like a pilot
I was losing track and I got back that's perfect timing
Niggas talking shit behind my back and I stay silent
Now I run the game and I sit back in my recliner
Thinking bout them riches and the fame I'm not declining
A joker masterminding y'all
To the islands
I've been smoking herbs on the beach to get the highest
Shorty she a bird she a treesh she got that mileage
Yea I'm too fly she in the cockpit like a pilot
I was losing track and I got back that's perfect timing
Niggas talking shit behind my back and I stay silent
Now I run the game and I sit back in my recliner
Thinking bout them riches and the fame I'm not declining
A joker masterminding ya
Come play a game
See if you can take the watches, take the blame
See if you can take the heat from the cops and head to Blaine
See you fucking tweaking man this shit ain't GTA
Niggas out here glitching man this shit ain't been a game
Bitches they complain, shut it up they better work
She know that enough, she head to the club so she can twerk
She moving the nude in the uni so she can nurse
Off for a nigga with no fucking bag to come and flirt
Better go buy that bitch a purse
I been racking up 50, 60, might as well go and splurge
They was talking messy, icky vicky, might as well go and purge
To the Sky with all my Chips until I'm laying down in a hearse
Now you say that nigga ain't shit, swear to God bitch I'm worse
Fuck around with Lord Noire man you better put God first
Drop a bag go out to Turks, stay surrounded with some murks
They gone play a foul ball we got no safety with the lurks
To get this eagle eye view I had some evil views that hurt
Knowing everybody I got man I know they had me first
Man I'm surfing on my own wave I got my own turf
Yeah they running up on my own line I put they ass in the dirt
Man I'm grinding all of my own time from the first back to the first
Man I'm shooting that bitch a movie catching all the angles like Kurt
Yeah I make sure she good but I don't make sure she skate
Man to get to the top of this shit man gotta grind gotta have faith
To the islands, I been smoking herbs on the beach to get the highest
Shorty she a bird she a treesh she got that mileage
Yeah I'm too fly in the cockpit like a pilot
I was losing track and I got back that's perfect timing
Niggas talking shit behind my back and I stay silent
Now I run the game and I sit back in my recliner
Thinking bout them riches and the fame I'm not declining
A joker masterminding y'all
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Writer(s): Love Noire
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