| The window, just look outside, here at the hull
|
| Color stainless sinks
|
| A boat with a boat on it, does that make sense
|
| A boat on a boat
|
| I said it’s a boat inside of a boat
|
| See that? |
| It’s a boat in a boat
|
| Mailman, nigga, yeah
|
| Almighty, nigga
|
| Yeah, nigga, brrt, uh
|
| Say hello to the good guy, at least I used to be
|
| On tour, shows looking like Woodstock, it’s kinda new to me
|
| All these sticks, got it like wood shop, I keep like two or three
|
| Plus my bitch body in tip-top, I push the Masi' in flip flops
|
| I run around with this big Glock
|
| Drive through Cleveland with a brick, hit your town for a pitstop
|
| You know that swish shot?
|
| It make the same sound when my wrist lock
|
| Back when y’all was piss pots
|
| I had a fork in my hand, pulling powder out fish pots, you know me
|
| I’m in Atlanta doing eighty down Grand National
|
| Who you know that took a brick and made sand castles?
|
| You owe the cartel that bread, they gon' kidnap you
|
| We the same, you owe it to the game, we gon' head tap you
|
| My yellow bitch pussy good, I call her red Snapple
|
| Get it, that pussy so good, I get the head after
|
| You was cool 'til I advanced past you
|
| Now you food, but when I’m gone they gon' build schools and statues
|
| I’m on a yacht twisting up weed, they on a jet ski
|
| I play Cali, got P’s and dope from Medellín
|
| Everyday a different scheme
|
| The streets full of bullshit, don’t get caught between, the Benz cream
|
| My wrist mean, Balenciaga on the boat, sold soap
|
| When the rent was due and the work was slow, you know
|
| But shit, the tables turn
|
| When my youngin don’t listen, I make him sit and learn
|
| We played the curbs with the best work
|
| I was on the steps first
|
| But then I started cooking up, I learned to chef work
|
| My time came and I was ready for it, uh
|
| He tried to take my spot and I bled him for it, yo
|
| El Camino 2, I hope y’all ready for it
|
| I’m in a Porsche, way richer, I feel like Richard Porter
|
| No roof on the coupe, my niggas train to shoot
|
| They paid to shoot, so they gonna spray at you
|
| Yo, I promise I won’t play with you
|
| Does that look like a boat, you’d maybe think of, maybe?
|
| You’d like to have a yacht like that?
|
| You’re gonna need some spare cash
|
| Without being specific, Palmer Johnson said the cost is in the tens of millions
|
| My next dog need some red bones
|
| I went to the other yacht next door |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sand Castles , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album Yacht Rock 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп