Uh, Lil Boat

Aye, aye

Ain′t never been to Bahamas, nah

I done fucked multiple mamas

I done count multiple commas

We brought in multiple llamas

Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth

Wrap it up smooth like Osama

It's not what they say, it′s 'bout what they do

And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah

Ain′t never been to Bahamas

I done fucked multiple mamas

I done count multiple commas

We brought in multiple llamas

Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth

Wrap it up smooth like Osama

It′s not what they say, it's ′bout what they do

And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah

I stay with that Uzi like Drama

I stay with the Uzi for drama

I stay in the cut with piranhas

My bitch bad and boujee, Katana

I hit multiple drops of Cassandra

We having sex in the sauna

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Nigga talk down, that′s a uppercut

Bow, shut up, hey

Get you some money and run it up

Fucking your bitch, she ain't fun enough

Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face

Huh, can′t hit my weed, ay

Can't water my seed, hey

Can't play in my garden, hey

Bitch, beg your pardon, hey

2-2-3, Harden, hey

Ooh, that′s James

She don′t want you 'cause you lame

I′m up, she'd rather fuck with us, yeah

Bank room, bank room

Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit

I ain′t never been to Bahamas

A nigga done been to Milano

Met with your favorite designer

Gucci show with Alessandro

Your sis give me head on recliners

Your wife wanna throw me vagina

I fuck on your aunt, ya mama

Got syrup like Aunt Jemima

Like the Maple Leaf, take a peek

Get to the bread like a bakery

Wait on me, wait for me

Soon as we fuck, get away from me

Paper plate or fine china, Benihana, McDonalds

Hit up Empanada Mamas, eat at delis or in diners

Who's that peeking through the window?

Got the chopper boutta blind us

Couldn′t pick me out of a line up

Niggas psyching like Ewonda

Spaz fast, get to the bag

Look at the digital dash

Little bitch frivolous, nigga just hit that shit

Get to it, get in it, just trying to live a bit

New shades, Gosha

Got me looking like a Beatle

Hoppin on it like a beatle

This ain't Puma, this Needles

Ain't never been to Bahamas

But my chain′s so lavish

TMZ be clacking, while they′re counting my karats

Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones

"Ballin" like Jim Jones (ballin!)

You cannot come in my zone

Woah, Dior boys in Paris

Chilling with Kris Van Assche

White model bitch with ass

Let a Groovy nigga in it, six cars, nigga winning

Big crib, tennis court, half a million in the Porsche

Got a chopper on the porch, backyard the Bahamas

Palms trees and recliners, got a Rollie for my mama

Dime piece give me nana, got a 9, nigga what

Third strike in the bush, couple grand on the front

Fell in love in the gut, four mil' in a month

Your career in a trunk, last album, nigga was

Whole aisle full of duds, album cover for the buzz

Put the Rollie in the bust, money talking, nigga hush

Hit the plug, nigga walked off, split the mil, nigga all four

Flippin′ hoes, nigga what for? Batman in the Audo

I never been to Bahamas

A nigga done been to the projects

I used to catch licks in pajamas

Now I pull up in some Prada

Margielaa man, cop a pair every weekend

Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican

Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing

A hunnid bands, spend that shit up in Niemans

Bring them goons out

Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons

It′s a shoot out

Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now

I′m getting rich

Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now

I'm spraying shit

Super soaker then dive in the pool now

I ain't never been to Bahamas

I ain′t never broken a promise

I got a glock and a llama

I′m on the block with Obama

I'm on the coast with a goddess

There′s no way to find us, no way to find us

I'm on a boat to the tropics

Holding deposits, bulging my pockets