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