Thousand Islands

(Grow up, nigga)
Pull up with a forty, not a Glock, nigga
Forty thousand
Been to a thousand islands but
A nigga never had salad mhm

Go, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with a forty, not a Glock, nigga
Forty thousand
Been to a thousand islands but
A nigga never had salad
I really be outside with them boys
My name valid
My brother prolly up in the cell
Chillin' on a tablet
I like the boot raw & uncut, not into cows
My niggas really drill in real life
Like they name was Axle he cross me once
We screaming out "Fuck 'em!" like
My name was Malcom
For every sack we comin' full speed
Tryna make a tackle
We put 'em on the screen for free
Just like Crackle bro said he had some Act'
I told him I'd trade him a pterodactyl
You really upset me, kept it hard, dog
You movin' backwards
I'll shoot forward and knock his ass
Down make the rest rethink it
Some big shit was in my DMs
But I didn't link it
My ex mad I really moved on
Had to NSYNC it, huh, aye
Told her bye bye bye if im lying im flying
Cops pulled us over stuffed a bag
Of X between her thighs
You touch me they at yo neck
Like a private school tie
I ain't really tripping off shit
'cause we all gon' die
Move funny you getting cut off
No time for lies i got a three piece for the
Road but forgot the fries
Nigga tough as cinderblocks
But he not that wise
His eyes off the pot so he lost
Tryna chase the rise
My FN my best friend it'll chop yo size
It'll take you down
Bro fam ain't all straight
They'll take yo crown
Real G's don't like press, they move no sound
Ask bro what he want for
Christmas and he said, "More rounds"
Well I'll be damned
Bought new whip and paint it
Different colors Toucan Sam
I must've got lost in the system
They don't know who I am the truth

Bitch you know that's us
He's never coming back and that's that
So who spoke that up?
Don't gotta ask for work in Cali'
Yeah we sold that up
My young niggas catching bodies yeah
We spoke that up
He might as well walk around
We put his picture on a tee
That's a throwback shirt
Catch him peeping through the blinds
I done dome shot perps
You get a 100k views, yo song not working
I shot the 'K so long it won't stop jerking
Got his bitch up in the
Hills her phone not working
I gave it to her up in
Plastic the chrome not working
You could never go against me
I'm gone off perkies
I'm tryna bring some hoes over
I know gon' slurp me
I had to white cross my bitch
It was on her birthday
These rap niggas better act like
They know me personally
'Cause if we speaking on a dime
We gon' white chalk 'em
2 nines that's a body, we gonna Moss it
I need a 100 million cash
Nigga fuck yo offer, bitch, yeah