Kount Valley - Ibiza

(Wavy Turn It Up)
Yeah
Get put in a pack, got 30s don't lack
Get you put in a pack
(We in Ibiza, we in Ibiza, bad bitch got a visa)
That .30 my heater
Huh, jump off a jet in Ibiza
Foreign lil bitch, think she need a Visa
Still steady smoking that reefer
Told that lil bitch it was nice to meet ya, I hit it once then I leave her
Not finna fight, no I'm not Tommy Dreamer
He think he cold, we pull out that heater Yeah, we pull out that heater
Im in the whip, a 2-seater
She know I'm a trick but I'm not finna treat her
Me and Slyrell in a beamer
She feel on my chain, she think Imma freeze her
If she got a man, he could keep her
Still gettin high, yeah we posted out, bitch we posted out in Ibiza
Say me and the gang, we in the Spain
10 foreign bitches they knowin my name
Like we do it different we changing the game
Beam on the G, I got aim
Get put in a box if you talk on my name
Never gon' switch for no fame
Lil Valley on gang, the same I remain
Fuck on that bitch from the back
Say she wanna get cuffed but I cannot do that
'Member them days flippin' packs
Like I made it far now it's no goin' back
Gave you my heart, take it back
Just keeping it real, don't know how I feel
Baby I don't want you back, said baby I'm holding you back
(Baby I'm holding you back, said baby I'm holding you back)
(Baby I'm holding you back)
(Gave you my love, gave you my trust,baby that shit goin' bad)
(Said baby that shit goin' bad,baby that shit goin' bad)
Yeah I just touched down in the city, if you tryna work, come and get with me
It's like 31 days in a month, every day I wake up niggas know I get busy
Outside, always clutching that pole
Me and bro, we had nowhere to go
We outside in the rain or the snow, he said "pop out"
I said "send me the Lo"
That bitch was holding me back, yeah I'm on drank so I cannot relax
I feel like Franklin, I'm flipping the packs
When the snow falls it's gon' cover the tracks
Bitch imma ball if you here or you not
Just like the smoke, I go straight to the top
I just murdered her throat, yeah that bitch is a bop
Yeah she wanna come over, said "no you cannot"
I feel like the man, I told you I can
I went to the Yams to throw out some bands
I walk in the club, I ain't come to dance
I gave you my love, you fucked up the chance
I want you to notice the man I become
Yeah my next bitch imma give her a son
I see you outside, imma still say wassup
Imma smile in your face so you know you a dub
Huh, jump off a jet in Ibiza
Foreign lil bitch, think she need a Visa, still steady smoking that reefer
Told that lil bitch it was nice to meet ya, I hit it once then I leave her
Not finna fight, no I'm not Tommy Dreamer
He think he cold, we pull out that heater Yeah, we pull out that heater
I'm in the whip, a 2-seater
She know I'm a trick but I'm not finna treat her
Me and Slyrell in a beamer
She feel on my chain, she think Imma freeze her
If she got a man, he could keep her
Still gettin' high, yeah we posted out, bitch we posted out in Ibiza
(Wavy Turn It Up)

Written by:
Kount Valley, Tyrell Coleman

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