Tortuga - Xavier Wulf

I pull out three blunts lit up

Then roll some more because I want

Haters can’t get what they want

They mad cus they can’t chill with us

Little boy can’t come near to us

The pressure is to furious

She say im too dear to her but

I forgot bout who she was

All my niggas pullin up so

Deep you can’t do nuthin to us

Switch it back to me im sitting

Back cus they dont bother us

Who can say 'who who', I give

No fuck bout him or anyone

Bitch come fuck with creaking

And my emotion dont come visit her.

«Hater's gonna hate

And Ain’ter’s gonna ain’t.»

WHO!

Two blunts shawty

Here’s one for yo bitch

Sike, give it back, I don’t give a hoe shit

Bitch front a gram so we know she ain’t shit

I don’t give a fuck how a hating nigga feel

He thinkin' we broke but

That’s a joke, you can sell

You club hop while I switch hotels

Your shows ain’t shit nigga

You don’t even compare

I told her come thru, she say im here

Gucci ain’t here but she

Still say burr

TundraMan smoking on

That iced out pier

Iced out blunt cryin

Iced out tears

Leave it up to me imma

Break this nigga’s spirit

TundraBoy, Iceman

Literally chilling

Boy test me?

Better make

Sure youre really serious

Hollowsquad cutting out of

Any niggas feelings you bitch