The Best, Pt. 2 Lyrics

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