Exuma Island

[Intro: Nym Lo]

Out on Exuma Island, on the beach with a hunnid iguanas

My son grab one by the tail, lil' nigga wildin'

Smilin', thinking 'bout the paper I been pilin'

Every dish is carefully curated or it offends my pallet

Flyer than a pilot, never need a stylist

'Less a booth is empty in my salon and that's on God

Young business owner, no diploma

Champagne sipper, never sober

Foreign car, European motor

[Verse 1: Nym Lo]

I'm comin' back for everything they owe us (That's right)

Jewels chunky, Carti' robust

Foot on necks, I'm not gon' slow up (Nope)

Anything to get my dough up (Cash)

With a bitch that love to suck a rich nigga dick until she throw up

Hol' up, big Harlem from the trenches to stardom

Used to pump on benchеs in Pradas

Crack made the fiends gimmе ten of they dollars

Sometimes eight if they promised to cash that check

And come straight back to me with the profits

I rather count cheese over gossip

Pretty waitress grate the parmesan cheese over pasta

Tryna book this eight room villa on this site plus the flights

But I can't find the button that says ''Click here to leave a deposit''

Shorty tough but I can't turn a hoe to a house wife

So I just wanna know what that mouth like and I'm out like (What?)

The trash on a Thursday, playing hard to get

Knowin' she was gon' give up the ass on the first day (Ahh)

I come from a long line of guys that was afraid to be small time

Broke a quarter key down to all dimes

Flooded the strip with a gun on my hip

She said she like to eat out, so I made her put her tongue on a bitch

Water so clear I could see eighty feet down

Stingrays brushing up against my legs, playing around

Poppin' Moet on a boat just to show 'em it's hope

They all call me the big horse but they know I'm the G.O.A.T. (Lo)

[Interlude: Nym Lo]

I'm out here on a white sandbeach with wifey an my son

Me and him got on a matchin' Burberry trunks

Wifey Burberry down too

White niggas lookin' at us like ''Who the fuck is these niggas?

How they get enough money to be where we at?''

And we got the big villa, hahaha

I'm gettin' money, nigga, LO

[Verse 2: Nym Lo]

Drawin' cargo name in the sand as he mimics my moves

White couple walkin' by, stare at my jewels and ask what I do

I say I'm a recording artist born in Harlem

Out here with my son and my wife, just lovin' my life

Long way from the block I was raised on

But when I'm on vacation, still drippy, nigga, tropical rain storm

At the swim up bar, sippin' Gonbay punches

Snuck up on me, had me hit 'cause it ain't even taste strong

A nigga flow is bomb like napalm

Put 35k on my base arm 'cause that's the one I scraped all the plates on

I'm just payin' homage just like I promised

Cracking oysters straight out the ocean, I was just at McDonald's

I, I come from humble beginnings

Where the ones you call friends'll yell out your losses

And mumble your winnings (Fuck this nigga)

But I'm still one of the realest, coppin' foreigns up at the dealer

Ya raps is trash while I'm just gettin' litter, get it? (Lo)