[Intro]
Play the beat loud (I understand it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Gotta understand it)
Turn the beat up, please, please, turn the beat up
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the island, it's Marni my—
Yeah, uh huh (Gotta understand it)
I'm on the island, it's M—, yeah, mhm, yeah
I'm on the island, it's—, yeah
Know what I'm sayin', Mitch and Wess, know what I'm saying, Concrete Boys, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
I'm on the island, it's Marni my slides
Coolin' with bosses, just come take a ride
Know how to count but we screamin' at six
Fuck 12, I'm three lit
I pour extra lines for this
Call up the boy, tell him send me the six drop
Wess might drop out of school for this
Pull out the fleet and we filmin' a lot
I'm on an island, it's Martine my shirt
Boat might hop on a flight for this
Bought us a gallon, we pour out a lot
Jay might run out of film for this
Breakin' it down and we roll up the best and we pop out the pump and we pumpin' his chest
Stand on my pivot, I'm reppin' the best
Surrounded by water, we screamin' "Who next?"
Models and bottles, we screamin' "What's next?"
Dealers and shoppers, they up at my neck
Up on the road, tell me what is the price
Pint fair, a lovely sprite
Jay might run out of film for this
I'm with the members, a memorable night
Steppin' on FOMO, ain't missin' this
Call up yo BD, you steppin' tonight
Standin' on business and reppin' the gang
I know Lord'll be proud of this
Takin' my flight and forgettin' her name, I could never get tired of this
Sneakin' a photo or she gon' have FOMO
Time for eviction, she gettin' no promo'
Flow is the oldest so nobody notice, I turn up my motion, she suckin' the POTUS
I'm on an island, Margiela my lotion
I'm in a mansion, Balenci' my coaster
You with me, you with me, you rockin', we rollin'
She stay in LA, but livin' on Bixel
We don't use vocals, we spawn with them pistols
Three times eight, she a nasty lil tinder
Walk in the spot, I just cash out the vendor, Imma just keep spendin', we do not remember
He not tied in to this family business
Bring out my pape' and I turn to a menace
Cashin' out, ain't pinchin' no pennies
Forty two hours, she claimin' she love me
Play the beat loud (I understand it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Gotta understand it)
Turn the beat up, please, please, turn the beat up
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the island, it's Marni my—
Yeah, uh huh (Gotta understand it)
I'm on the island, it's M—, yeah, mhm, yeah
I'm on the island, it's—, yeah
Know what I'm sayin', Mitch and Wess, know what I'm saying, Concrete Boys, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
I'm on the island, it's Marni my slides
Coolin' with bosses, just come take a ride
Know how to count but we screamin' at six
Fuck 12, I'm three lit
I pour extra lines for this
Call up the boy, tell him send me the six drop
Wess might drop out of school for this
Pull out the fleet and we filmin' a lot
I'm on an island, it's Martine my shirt
Boat might hop on a flight for this
Bought us a gallon, we pour out a lot
Jay might run out of film for this
Breakin' it down and we roll up the best and we pop out the pump and we pumpin' his chest
Stand on my pivot, I'm reppin' the best
Surrounded by water, we screamin' "Who next?"
Models and bottles, we screamin' "What's next?"
Dealers and shoppers, they up at my neck
Up on the road, tell me what is the price
Pint fair, a lovely sprite
Jay might run out of film for this
I'm with the members, a memorable night
Steppin' on FOMO, ain't missin' this
Call up yo BD, you steppin' tonight
Standin' on business and reppin' the gang
I know Lord'll be proud of this
Takin' my flight and forgettin' her name, I could never get tired of this
Sneakin' a photo or she gon' have FOMO
Time for eviction, she gettin' no promo'
Flow is the oldest so nobody notice, I turn up my motion, she suckin' the POTUS
I'm on an island, Margiela my lotion
I'm in a mansion, Balenci' my coaster
You with me, you with me, you rockin', we rollin'
She stay in LA, but livin' on Bixel
We don't use vocals, we spawn with them pistols
Three times eight, she a nasty lil tinder
Walk in the spot, I just cash out the vendor, Imma just keep spendin', we do not remember
He not tied in to this family business
Bring out my pape' and I turn to a menace
Cashin' out, ain't pinchin' no pennies
Forty two hours, she claimin' she love me
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