Sycamore Tree

Hop In a cadalliac Cruising on these niggas Change the speed up Rockin Giuseppes In the car with my feet up Say he can compete with me That's kinda sweet to me One night only I'm a sight to see I don't know why They so mad at me Isaiah C These bitches not fwm I'm living my life Hassle fee Doing anything That brings me glee Imma clap on the dick Ride it to the tip Hope he can handle it Cause Im going to the bass Out of ya his bitches I'm in first place Just grab my waist And dance to the bass White and pink Amiri jeans I got them custom made Out in Turks and Cacos Your Nigga my slave Isaiah C Nobody like me Bitches can't compare I'm beyond comprehension They just sit back and stare When I pull up Bitches know Im lightin up Break him down Gut him out Smoke em like a Dutch Only smokin pink runtz Yo times up Games over Hit the bench These bitches Pussy stank You can tell by the stench I'm take him to the island By the sycamore tree A boy want mi bow And mi tell him fi flee Isaiah C They can't fwm They can't fwm It's a new tune My body so intuned Put a hex on these Niggas now I'm The Bruja in the room Need my Patek Make me feel protected Told that nigga I ain't with the flexin I'm top notch Like the top of the list Bad lil bitch Walk with a switch If you you wanna f*ck Can you handle dis Isaiah C Can take What I dish