Lyrics The Best, Pt. 2 - Justoid

In Turks with sand in my toes
She got sand on her cheeks
A little ice in my cup, her lipgloss on my cheek
It's on the tip of my joint, pretty girls get the point
Keep on blabbing 'bout her ex, ask me "am I annoying?"
Sick of bummy n- screaming in my ear inside the club
If you ain't tryna pop no bottles then my boy, yo a- a dub
With an expensive type of b-, eat at Nobu just for fun
And they ain't getting in no Uber 'less its black or that deluxe
Asked for the room with the water jets and she ain't even get in the tub
Ain't even get in

Knew I grew up like a man, put that Vlone on the shelf
You n- still ain't cop no Vlone and you asking me for help
We at Soho on the rooftop, it's martinis and ceviche
Would've said that we at Tao, but nowadays that s- be cliche
I can count up on one hand, that's the people that I trust
Back in my younger days can't count how many dudes I had to bust
Poppin xa- and pouring le- in Ryans S10 that's a truck
Now we riding 'round in Audis hit 120 just for fun
2016 riding 'round hitting stains, ain't need a g-, damn
I came a long way
Like a local mogul or some sum man
Yeah
One more time, run it back J Craig

Life gets scary, especially when you think it's all figured out
S- hit you like a truck and send yo a- straight to hell
Everybody got they problems, it dont matter 'bout the wealth
And if you're better on your own, then go do good all by yourself
I be smoking so much weed I pray it solve all my issues
Maybe half of em, the other part i'm tryna fix to get to
You might lose your f- mind if you don't got someone to vent to
All this drama got me edge of my seat, feeling suspenseful, damn