Lyrics:
Islands
The big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half
Still representin the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave.
in the day I tried to play her
Still try to throw my cape on, my niggas like, don't save her
Couple years passed, now all these bitches want my baby
Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin
Can't get enough of that money
So I stash it in the ceiling
No, no I can't get enough
If a nigga wanna hate on me I
Just might pull out the pump
Smokin
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
a week, I know you still cry every night
I see you stalkin' my socials, come, baby, just lie by my side
I know you lonely every night, but I cant do shit
Yo I gotta back ache stomach ache diarrhea vomiting
Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia
Cranky moody burpin' while I'm cursin'
Baby
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
I got a job, but I can still get the 'bows off
I love my baby mama, but I'll never cut the hoes off
She suck the dick so good, I look down and my
(yup)
Nails did (uh-huh), hair slay (uh)
Ain't no such thing as enough, baby (nah)
Boss bitch, got my own but you can upgrade it (woo)
Make him work
at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party"
After that we
team
But baby, we're still fuckin' young, you coulda got a ring
And I don't think I'm toxic, but baby, come back to me
And I miss you, but I don't, but
the ugly
Remember back in '02
When I was in school and actin' a fool
My soul got saved
My debt had been paid
But still I kept running off with my crew
Sex
gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny
Helluva made this beat, baby whew
On an opp hunt
Ridin' 'round with them hell raisers
Twenty shotguns
I'm slidin' 'round with twelve gauges
Za'
I'm still wit you
Ice-bergen
On the turn-pike mergin'
Late night, right brake lights black the ???
Tree smokin'
Hustle the rap ima keep ropin'
him how to spin a city Taught him how to shoot a glizzy
Them niggas ain't with it, them niggas bitch Baby Joe, hit him with the glizzy
I love it, mama,
Ay, ay, nigga, nigga, ay, ay, okay, okay, ay, ay, ay
Nigga,
I'm doin' pretty good, ain't I
Smokin weed cause I get mad
When I ain't high
Nigga
that we smokin' wit bigger leaves planting wit bigger seeds can't help it baby this is the life of these G's
We G'z boy y'all betta know full of malt
(Uh)
I dont know (uh)
Yea (uh)
Baby I dont know!
I'll do it by myself
2029, I'll put a grammy on the shelf
And I gota bih she come on over for my help
I
the Ville
Own a house in the hill
Hundred K, Hundred Mill
Born to just Keep It Re
This Me
Kickin Back Boolin By my Lonely Smokin Perses
shit it murked Me Then
the street
For to get it
I pray 2 God
I'm a forgiven soul
I was 15 up in these streets
Smokin weed Top the Go
At just 16
I would go post in the church
Stealin
me? (Yeah) Straight up (yeah)
I'm still smokin', driftin', swifter than a mothafucka
Twisted off a cup of that 'ol ignat juice
Heated in the seat,
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
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