SANTORINI

[Verse 1]
I took a jet and then came back and now I’m speaking in Greek
Got a bitch from Santorini she a freak in the sheets
I just call this bitch the butcher how she beating the meat
And I’m Hindu so it’s best we keep the beef in the streets

So it’s better you think twice before you tweet and delete
If I’m clubbing and you see me, know I sneak in the heat
Gandhi always kept a stick that’s why I’m keeping the peace
Yeah, that’s why I’m keeping a piece

I’m getting dome inside the blue domes
Bad bitch on my new phone
I’ve been getting money, give a fuck about what you on
I ain’t rocking sweaters but I always put my crew on
A mile inside my sneakers, you can’t even put my shoes on

Religious put my Trues on
Your diamond chain from Groupon
My opp just beat his bitch because she listened to my new song
These pussies couldn’t hang with me, I even put their noose on
My plug look like he Escobar, he trapping down in Tucson

White-washed brown bitch, that’s a graham cracker
She going to fuck me cause I’m wavy, then I swam passed her
She quick to get back on the D, like she ran backwards
1-2-3-4 inside the damn Backwood

Pops told me how good life could get I love my folks
Went from Vineland to the islands now I can’t go broke
I flew private and my pilot bussed the new Tudor
Perfect timing, I put diamonds on my new Hublot

We on the yacht to Mykonos, we finished the ounce
Catch me dripping like a leak in clothes you couldn’t pronounce
Got like 20-30 freaky hoes laid out on the couch
Got your bitch in here she geeking and she looking aroused

If she talking tongue in cheek, I kick her out of the house
Soon as life be going East, a bitch keep dragging me South
I put diamonds on my teeth and put my dick in her mouth
I could cop a new Van Cleef for girls I can’t do without

And my chain so heavy, bitch I walk with a slouch
Yeah! These bitches fine but got no substance and that’s where she lost me
She tried to take the condom off I told her, “Bitch get off me!”
Conversations with my double cup that walkie (Wocky) talkie

I lost the sparkle in my eye, demons whisper softly
Wish I could buy back my mistakes, I don’t care what it cost me
But money can’t buy happiness, that’s what my momma taught me
But I’d still rather do my crying in a brand-new Audi