Island Baby

This a West story, people say it ain't gon' end well

Bust that best four headshots so it could end well

Stuck up in the gutter, we thuggin' because we had to

Fuckin' wit' them sucker's, you duckin', you could get clapped too

Real island baby, but it ain't boo

Most hated out here, but it's still Whoop

Ain't never switched up on my bloodas they gon' still shoot

And I'll go hit up for my brothers if they want to

Cold hearted for the mothers, if it's poppin', we gon' blow off

Keep the .40 tucked and I been used, don't need to show off

Air out out the whole crowd, 30 rounds and just roll off

Ain't no stare down, mean mug, this choppa go off

I'm from the island where it's grimey, yeah I had to keep that pole

I guess the opps yellin', "Funk" then if it's up then just let me know

You know we Whoopin' everyday, we tote them 'Ks up on the road

Steady braggin' wit' the bro's, never been, never fold

They tryna count a **** out, no, watch me double up this load

I'm just tryna get my dough, I can't be caught up wit' these ho's

Bloody know where he a body, up that bitch and let it blow

Tryna snatch a **** soul

I heard he dancin' on the globe

I'm tryna ball 'til I fall, ball wit' my dawgs

Real world star's we gon' try to get it all

No, I ain't know, nobody fuckin' wit' us

They ain't Boo, they ain't bussin' wit' us

They clicked up so they duckin' wit' 'em

Caution tape at the crime scene

Reaper slow, window down let the shots scream

**** ho, they ain't down, they is not team

I won't fold, always down, free the whole team

I heard they hatin' on the gang, I'm like "For what though?"

Blood hella brazy, wit' a stain and he cut throat

Bigo stick is pokin' out, you know what's up though

I'm from the Island from the West where it's cut throat

(I heard they hatin' on the gang, I'm like "For what though?"

Blood hella brazy, wit' a stain and he cut throat

Bigo stick is pokin' out, you know what's up though

I'm from the Island from the west where it's cut throat)

I'm from the island where it's grimey, yeah I had to keep that pole

I guess the opps yellin', "Funk" then if it's up then just let me know

You know we Whoopin' everyday, we tote them 'Ks up on the road

Steady braggin' wit' the bro's, never been, never fold

They tryna count a **** out, no, watch me double up this load

I'm just tryna get my dough, I can't be caught up wit' these ho's

Bloody know where he a body, up that bitch and let it blow

Tryna snatch a **** soul

I heard he dancin' on the globe

Real island baby, but it ain't boo

Most hated out here, but it's still Whoop

Ain't never switched up on my bloodas they gon' still shoot

And I'll go hit up for my brothers if they want to