MTL - Islands Lyrics

Lit than a bitch, need me a four, hop in a Range bitch and turn it on
Need me a big body on the road, keep my mouth closed, never told
Lit than a bitch, need me a four, hop in a Range bitch and turn it on
Need me a big body on the road, keep my mouth closed, never told
Go to the islands, might never come back
I'm blowin' up smoke, totin' big gats
These n*****s, they pose, I don't know, rats
Got random mothaf*ckers patting my back
Diamonds gon' bling, you can't miss it
One of them things, things
My choppa it sing, I'm doin' my best, a shooting machine big spraying a Tec
I shoulda cleaned, I'm makin' a mess
I shoulda cleaned, I'm makin' a mess
You can't lie to me, don't try it
New whip, two-seater, no mileage
I don't know two ways to go about it
And I'm winning in both so it don't matter
She wantin' the smoke, but can't have it, new ice
I just copped me a Patek
Got rolling stones on my wrist, wrist, shit on my body, can't have it
Got cheetah all over my coat, make a stop, need a bankroll
They-they callin' me Mr. Motion, cause every time you see me I'm froze
Slide with a tool in my pocket, I'm shootin' you down, down
Drake from that cat in that bag like it's cat in a hat
Gotta know how it sound, sound
Fifty clip go through your body, come at ya like Majin
I'm coughin' out gas now, doin' a race like I'm Tay
No, I do not do dates, but that bitch, she can slide down
You slide now, then you gotta stay, got a five-star telly up in the interstate
Got a whole guest house, you ain't gotta pay, got you first class, fly you in one way
Diamonds gon' bling, you can't miss it
One of them things, you can't miss it
My choppa it sing, I'm doin' my best
A shooting machine, big spraying a Tec
I shoulda cleaned, I'm makin' a mess
I shoulda cleaned, I'm makin' a mess
You can't lie to me, don't try it
New whip, two-seater, no mileage I don't know two ways to go about it
And I'm winning in both so it don't matter
Lit than a bitch, need me a four, hop in a Range bitch and turn it on
Need me a big body on the road, keep my mouth closed, never told
Go to the islands, might never come back
I'm blowin' up smoke, totin' big gats
These n*****s, they pose, I don't know, rats
Got random mothaf*ckers patting my back
Diamonds gon' bling, you can't miss it
One of them things, things
My choppa it sing, I'm doin' my best, a shooting machine big spraying a Tec
I shoulda cleaned, I'm makin' a mess
I shoulda cleaned, I'm makin' a mess