III GOT PLANS SORRY BIIITCH, IIISLAND TALES lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah I got plans b*tch
Yeah I got plans b*tch, ay

[Verse]
I could never trust a hoe, I could never f*ck a fan
She hitting up my phone and I tell her I got plans
b*tch I'm bringing out the blade if you really trying to dance
And we'd always hate each other, now I'm all up in her pants
I don't got no trust, I'm just trying to f*ck
Sipping on that potion while I f*ck her in the sun
She think that I need her, shawty I do not need nothing
Trying to be my best, but I cannot give up the drugs
Hanging on the beach and I'm in silence
Sitting on my f*cking island, yeah I love it when it's quiet
Sitting on the beach freestyling
I don't give a f*ck but I'm the one inside it
Swimming in the ocean in the night
Said she want to f*ck, but I'm not your type of guy
Only speak in facts, said f*ck a lie
You gon' call hit my phone, but I do not have the time