st. lucia

juking

blues like st. lucia

crews they ain't used to

got moves like king kunta

go dumb man

i need tutor

click up and we drink coola

i came for the king ruler

your strings man they need tune up

my boo she can read future

pattin' my pockets before the tsa

weighing my options

i think i need to stay

just a little longer baby

i need them thangs

all up on my line like cia

winter

spring

summer

fall

freedom rings

miss your call

thuggin' on top of the underworld

is you gonna run when that thunder roars?

got me one

i think i need a hundred more

took a jab at my insides

i'm floodin' my gills

stacking up with that simp life

and it's fuck how you feel

pulling up with no invite

we up in the hills

man this shit isn't real life

na this shit isn't real

let's get this money mane

i need my ones in change

i hit the blunt like it's cool runnings and cough up a flame

got some designer things

but it ain't all they say

i'd rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day

look in my eyes

no cataract vision

i took me a sip and i conjured this feeling

i'm gonna stack up on my ops

look how i'm tricking

millennial pimping

like baby i'm bad

it's a sign of the times

look at the ceiling

i don't see a limit

a trip to the island to settle my mind

oh what a feeling

i'm making a killing

i hop on a jet

i sit back and recline

wave your hands from the side to the side

hate or love mothafucka you decide

yeah

oh my

me and dom goin' wild

no l's

keep them 1's to the ja!

took a jab at my insides

i'm floodin my gills

stacking up with that simp life

and it's fuck how you feel

pulling up with no invite

we up in the hills

man this shit isn't real life

na this shit isn't real