GANGSTA iSLAND

I’m calling you down I’m hittin you up
I’m Texting ya phone just to see what is up like
If you in the need for some things
I’m thinking we could attached the strings
I pick you up in the range
Tonight we doin it strange, and i ain’t driving
I’m backseat baby seat reclining
Building up a jotty, yea you see me vibing
Always with a hottie
The others never reach the climate
Give a fuck if she sold, if the pussy is gold
If she snatching a soul or if she old
My heart cold is what a nigga said
I’m like that nigga dead, No that nigga dumb
She making that nigga fed
Shorty where you from
Is you gettin to the bread
I was raised in the slums
Earned all of my streets cred
Lost some homies to the game
Some up in the feds
Pouring fours to keep me sane
Taking shots to the head
Disrespecting my gang put a shell in ya head
Supafly nigga we stupid fly
And you kno nino on that skateboard shit
Getting trippy nigga with a skateboard chick
Thrasher tees and some vans
Be the mother fucking kicks !
Hook
On a gangsta island
Come surf with us, split work with us
Put in that work with us
On that gangsta island
Got bitches twerking for us
And they working for us, & dey willing to fuck
On that gangsta island
I got nothing to lose i leave em on snooze
Fuck bout a picking and choose
Up on this gangsta island
Continue do Wat you do ain’t nothing to prove
Ima make you my boo «on that gangsta island»