Beast Coast

Sweet nothin’s from your Nikabaka ???
You the illest muchacha
Killers smile
And damn you thicker than Mrs. Crocker
Niggas would kill for a moment of your time
But I’m scappin' for a fragment of your mind
Put me in the picture
On the regular we get reckless
And you ain’t lived ‘til you traded some kisses with a pessimist
I’m the ish so I’m never alone
I keep an ice chilled chardi at the side of my throne
A family that plays together
Stays together
And ain’t we tryin' to stay together girl?
We two peas in a pod
Magic it had to be
You got a resting bitch face
And I got a grill that screams empathy
Romantic picnics
While we speak on the little things that really tend to get on our nerves
Super aggression is our lifeblood
I think I might just
Lock it down for the right one
I’m under the Florida sun
Puffin' on Cali trees, blowin' like the shai
In my NY state of mind
Girl what’s the hold up
Pull over your ride
You can hop out and roll one
Just another day in paradise where I’m living
Palm trees and sunshine and that’s just the blood I’m in
She wanna ride up
Well baby come and ride with me
I can take you higher
Far as the eye can see
Ain’t another like me mama we can do this
Get butt naked on the beach and run around like nudists
Whatever you imagine baby I can make it happen
And Imma keep clownin' cus
I love it when you laughing
And we go together like games and good weed
When I look into your eyes I see the places we can be
My perfect sidekick, the one I wanna ride with
That do or die chick
The one I feel so alive with
We can watch the sunset as we roll up
Baby I’m still tryin' to figure you out
What’s the hold up?
??? was in the kush but we broke up
Let’s take a trip and all we gotta do is smoke up
I’m under the Florida sun
Puffin' on Cali trees, blowin' like the shai
In my NY state of mind
Girl what’s the hold up
Pull over your ride
You can hop out and roll one
Fame
She throwin' smoke and I’m soaking in it
My ??? baby like I’m supposed to win it
We riddin' tipsy like we sort ignant
She feel alright and I provide with that sorta image
I’m talking feel good and by tonight
Bodies close and give a toast
Through it to the satellite
The smoke she blows orbits over the satellite
You got a van, I got a girl, baby that’s quite alright
See if you’re feelin' it, you feelin' it
So let’s not hide it
I got Ciroc, I call the shots
Your dagger drops beside it
We gettin' tipsy, ain’t no calm
Baby, go and light it
I see them gaps between your thighs and you don’t even hide it
You got a sexy ass
Lookin' better than cash
The way I play it on that body ???
Got each other in our sights
And since then ???
I’m under the Florida sun
Puffin' on Cali trees, blowin' like the shai
In my NY state of mind
Girl what’s the hold up
Pull over your ride
You can hop out and roll one