Island boy

[Verse One: Mori Briscoe]
Shawty bad and she from the islands
Dior on her body, she stylin’
When I step in the spot, start wylin’
Mask on and it ain’t for the virus
Play wit’ me and we makin’ shit lit
Said she love me but she love the dick
What’s my name? What’s my G-day?
How you love me and you don’t know shit?

[Verse Two: Mori Briscoe]
They like how I turn nothin’ to somethin’
Cos last year bitches was frontin’
I’ve been droppin’ all year, I’ve been buggin’
Ain’t droppin’ no tears, drop shells, I’m dumpin
And I’m ridin’ wit’ Bando if you right or wrong
This shit really get deeper than songs
Since she heard Aaliyah, she try get it on
Well fuck it, I’m rippin’ her thong

[Verse Three: Mori Briscoe]
Bend it over, get crazy
Get nasty for a real nigga
Too slimy, can’t play me
Heart cold, I don’t feel niggas
Step on who? Call backup
One nine eleven get his ass up
Niggas musclin’, tell em catch up
[?] bitches favourite rapper

[Verse Four: Tay Bando]
[?], tell em catch up
Smokin’ on Glizzy, what happened?
Said she love me, she was cappin’
Subtractin’ these bitches like fractions
I ain’t cuffin’ on none of these hoes
I fuck em, I dump em and you know I’m pass em’
I ain’t lackin’ in none of them stores
I’m clutchin’ this .40 and you know I’m blastin’

[Verse Five: Tay Bando & Mori Briscoe]
Shoot first, I ain’t wit’ the askin’
First link, I’m breakin’ her back in
Off the Migos, she love how I’m slappin’
Callin’ up Mori, that’s just for the taggin’
Keep goin’, can’t stop
Keep throwin’ till that nigga drop
Shit bogus, [?]
Free all my niggas off the rock

[Verse Six: Mori Briscoe]
And most of these niggas be tellin’
I’m surrounded by demons and felons
And most of my opps really soft
They ain’t let it go, we don’t buy what you sellin’
He can die for that shit that he reppin’
And if I’m in the spot then it [?]
Bad bitch tryna kick it like Tekken
Get straight to it then she get to yellin’

[Verse Seven: Tay Bando]
I got this bitch quakin’
Fuck once, but no I ain’t datin’
Shortie slackin’ but I got the patience
I’m all in her ribs like baby stop playin’
I be [?], but no I ain’t Haitian
Still got pistols when I’m on vacation
Kill them niggas you feel like they playin’
My ooter pull up, he gon shoot like he paintin’

[Verse Eight: Tay Bando]
Get me mad, just give me a reason
Call [?], he shoot for no reason
Keep squeezin’ til brodie not breathin’
Smokin’ on [?], you kno’ that I’m steamin’
Big mops, just watch how we clean ‘em
AP, them pieces been readin’
For Roy, you know we gon leave ‘em
Steppin’ on niggas for all these seasons