St. Lucia (feat. Felly)

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah, 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 (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 (Brrt, brrt) Thuggin' on top of the underworld Is you gon' 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 Stackin' up with that simp life And it's fuck how you feel Pulling up with no invite (Yeah) We up in the Hills Man this shit isn't real life Nah this shit isn't real Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah 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 opps Look how I'm tricking, millennial pimpin' 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 makin' a killing I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline Wave your hands from the side to the side, yeah Hate or love muhfucka 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 (Uh-uh) I'm floodin' my gills Stackin' 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 Nah this shit isn't real Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah