Thy Island
Hi Reggie
She fell in love but that's over now It's bye Reggie
You made yourself a opp now it's die Reggie?
Which one you know & who you love me Or thy Reggie?
Big thy him
Reggie I just thought we was gone Hoop how You find this
I just hit a Nigga in his shit now it's Blood on Me
I just told the doctor they in me it Ain't no drugs On me
Remember times I couldn't smoke Not a nug On me
I used to ride to Boog house to buy Blunts off Him
I was just going through a lot
Death and love on me
My mama thought I'd kill myself
Don't give up on me
Ion give a fuck about fame or the Names that's Watching
I really got shit on my mind on my Heart and Conscious
All my friends turning into killers
It ain't a hashtag option
And now the old school dying
I gotta sit and watch it
I asked you what you been up too
Now you getting silent
Time make anything rot don't be "Just dying"
This shit deeper than getting rich Still wont die Trying
Purple man black sand this shit thy Island
You ever ride lonely?
Ima chicken pita type of Nigga you Ever try
Coney?
If you see him know it's up just don't Die on me
Why u think I'm on the road ain't Trynna fly lonely
You a bitch I can't even call u a opp Cause you Took off
You done made yo brain soft
Trynna look hard
I'm just in my own wave I might look Lost
I got a scar on my face that took my Football
I'm traumatized so when I see it I can Spot Envy
Liquor thoughts on my phone I got a Shot in me
Ian create her she a goblin bitch got Tron pussy
I know it's first time but I'm beyond Rookie
Thy who? Bitch it's big Reg
Bro say ima dick that's why his bitch Call me Bighead
Ain't Pressed about no bitch or no Shit I Could've been said
I'm on my way have it ready when I Get there
Taking hoe shit to yo grave you gone Die lying
I want a bitch that's like cookie wait Is thy Lyon?
Purple hurricane storm and the eye Violet
Black man purple sand this shit
Thy island
She fell in love but that's over now It's bye Reggie
You made yourself a opp now it's die Reggie?
Which one you know & who you love me Or thy Reggie?
Big thy him
Reggie I just thought we was gone Hoop how You find this
I just hit a Nigga in his shit now it's Blood on Me
I just told the doctor they in me it Ain't no drugs On me
Remember times I couldn't smoke Not a nug On me
I used to ride to Boog house to buy Blunts off Him
I was just going through a lot
Death and love on me
My mama thought I'd kill myself
Don't give up on me
Ion give a fuck about fame or the Names that's Watching
I really got shit on my mind on my Heart and Conscious
All my friends turning into killers
It ain't a hashtag option
And now the old school dying
I gotta sit and watch it
I asked you what you been up too
Now you getting silent
Time make anything rot don't be "Just dying"
This shit deeper than getting rich Still wont die Trying
Purple man black sand this shit thy Island
You ever ride lonely?
Ima chicken pita type of Nigga you Ever try
Coney?
If you see him know it's up just don't Die on me
Why u think I'm on the road ain't Trynna fly lonely
You a bitch I can't even call u a opp Cause you Took off
You done made yo brain soft
Trynna look hard
I'm just in my own wave I might look Lost
I got a scar on my face that took my Football
I'm traumatized so when I see it I can Spot Envy
Liquor thoughts on my phone I got a Shot in me
Ian create her she a goblin bitch got Tron pussy
I know it's first time but I'm beyond Rookie
Thy who? Bitch it's big Reg
Bro say ima dick that's why his bitch Call me Bighead
Ain't Pressed about no bitch or no Shit I Could've been said
I'm on my way have it ready when I Get there
Taking hoe shit to yo grave you gone Die lying
I want a bitch that's like cookie wait Is thy Lyon?
Purple hurricane storm and the eye Violet
Black man purple sand this shit
Thy island
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Writer(s): Reggie Jones
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