Caribbean

Oh lawd, yea
Oh lawd, yea
Oh lawd, yea
Five minutes for a pop out on the westside, that's a fair meeting
Met lil shawty by my pops house, lil bad bitch, she caribbean
I've been tryna live righteous, but the wrong way, she gon steer me in
My bag, ima still be in

My bad, tryna flex hard
Tryna pop tags, before the cops blast
Ill motive, sick lil nigga, N95 mask
Where you goin, I'll be right back, get a fly swat
But if God ask, where I been at
Nigga I ain't seen the church in a long time
Fuckin bitches on my down time
Looking for a purpose, and I found mine
Cup looking like it's color purple
Ain't no whoopi gold for the boujee hoes
They was driving down rosecrans, both hands give em bullet holes
They ain't give a nigga flowers, so from the ground, niggas fully rose
In the cold, tryna make these hoes touch they toes
Wipe a nigga nose, I suppose
Jumped off the porch 2014
We was both livin poorly
But just know most importantly
Made it out writing bars with the ink
If you need saving, nigga just blink
Nick Saban with the young bulls
Let a nigga go against the team

We gon drop em off in the caribbean
Drop em off in the caribbean
Did this shit for my well bein
Roll another, I need help sleepin
Fire spittin, we was hell breathin
Higher mission for a higher power
Caught the beat one handed, that's just that Odell treatment



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Writer(s): La Ryda
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