Blu Yacht Rock Side B (Feat. Big Twin & Chuck Inglish) lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Twinz]
We on a Yacht, celebrating non-stop
Burning pot, thinking ‘bout the journey to the top
We on the grind. Ah, who knew this shit'll pop
I didn't see it. It's like my mind had it blocked
Now we hot. Still to this day up shocked
Shorty flop, ready to jump right on the spot
‘Bout money, swingin' till my man ops?
Stay focused, keep the rare words of my pops
Them niggas gon' hate, done till the day I drop
I don't worry ‘bout a nine in the Stare? spot

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Colours, Nardees with the buckets
Shorts with the Tims like, fuck it
Real foreign and the sports look rugged
So I tanned in the ?
Hardaway, Chris Melon in the hallway
Getting money, get away when it's sunny
Feeling lovely, the ball fades for the summer

Brush waves, book pays, get it done, then we pumping
Ride around in the side
Nine-Hundred, the ? for ?
Tanning with the honeys, understand we getting much
Chop Salad with the onions, out weird tryna function
Shooting Dice with the loved ones

[Verse 3: Blu]
(Damn, I couldn't even sway to it)
Bubble coats, tell coach I need the boat
And seldom let us float, so dope with no smoke
Murder she wrote, how the burner revoke (decide)
Couldn't compose it over burgers and coke
Ayo, pompously I approached the ho modest
Novelty like a page out of poverty that I wrote
I told her I was dope (word up)
Yo, she didn't believe me. She was Stevie