Island Boy

[Hook] Yeah We bring the heat, this shit look like the Islands 12 on my block do you hear all them sirens? Pop out the cut and that shit get violent Pop out the cut and we send him to Zion R.I.P. Pops I was raised by a lion My foot in the street and my hand on the fire I cannot fuck with no cameras and lights Ice in my top with an open fire Rap niggas better retire I've been grinding forever my wrists not tired Like [?] you got couple of drivers Hop out the car then we spin up them tires [Verse 1] We fire that nigga like Popеye We turn him to spinach we turn him to zaza My hatеrs spin this shit back I don't [?] He don't give two fucks, this shit go fah-fah Haitian nigga they think I'm a rasta My DG niggas is speaking in patois Real dreadlocks like I'm Waka Flocka Walk in the club like a real showstopper Raf Simons on my feet look proper Living the life like a real-deal rocker I hate when a bitch nigga think he a shotter I hate when a bitch nigga think he somebody Damn, that nigga think he somebody If you ain't with the mob can't come to my party She say I'm driving her crazy, she know that's a part of me I'm in this bitch with a thing on I told that nigga to stay calm Independent, how I thumb through the bankroll Fuckin' that bitch on gang mode Steppers gon' hop out that Range Rove Nigga, you know how that thang go You already know how that thang go Big boy tears, need a raincoat Shine on the niggas that ain't hating on me Ain't gotta make that bitch train on me I got the bounce back, niggas can't hate on me We was going out bad, better pray on me Broke nigga, you ain't get paid on me (Bae, you know we tried everything) Nobody can save homie [Hook] Yeah We bring the heat, this shit look like the Islands 12 on my block do you hear all them sirens? Pop out the cut and that shit get violent Pop out the cut and we send him to Zion R.I.P. Pops I was raised by a lion My foot in the street and my hand on the fire I cannot fuck with no cameras and lights Ice in my top with an open fire Rap niggas better retire I've been grinding forever my wrists not tired Like [?] you got couple of drivers Hop out the car then we spin up them tires [Outro] When the people wanna talk about Montreal found H music Let me just mention the two names (strrllllding) Shabbo, Nicholas Craven, t'sais? Yo, real island boy shit I really—wildin' on an island like that [?], you know that [?] even know we exist out here C'mon now, stop playing with us From this side to the other side of the bridge We been out here, having the business, t'sais? That's how the fuck we been rocking C'mon now, people, stop playing with us