Toked Up Sailors Lyrics

Yo check what the fuck i found man

Found some hidden booty and riches dawg

Ayyt so we done here

Just saw a royal navy ship off the coast boys

Ayoo did you bring the fruit

What fruit mf

What you mean what fruit

I done asked you to bring me some fruit

I got the gold

God damn man shit

Ayy we need to move we're down wind

If we want to catch that ship we gotta move now

Man what you talking about

I wanted them fucking oranges

I aint tryna catch scruvy or nothin

Lucas is the fuckin anchor up

Ayy i got the fuckin booty though

Juan get on the fucking sails

Let's do this shit

Okay fuck it lets go

Lemme get to spittin fore I rip this shit

Sail a boat load it up buck back I profit quick

Connect around the ports

Everyone fears 3 mean looking motha fuckas tryna make ends meet

I just wanna plunder booty and riches

My flow is prestigious

I'm walkin but it feels like I'm swimming

Whatever we doin we killin said I'm virtually chilling

A bundle a plunderin villains in yo town

A calamitous feelin

But fuck it

Let's bring it back

I just wanna sail my boat and toke up

Let's check the map

I ain't never lie but you could still call me the cap cuz the toked up sailors always comin with the raps

These are the toked up

Sailors

My boat is my raps and my wheel is faders

Wind in my sails so im sayin see ya later

Keep these flows on deck in case we playin the sprayer

If you're lookin for some action then wed be happy to cater

Huh

The frequency 3 boutta sail the seven seas

Gas in the hold cos we like to smoke on hella trees

Float with the breeze we the goats with the steeze

And you wouldnt even believe that this shit comes with ease

Woah

The sailors life is really on the realest shit

Puffin hella loud lootin just as many villages

Round where we from we be notorious pillagers

So sit down and listen

Cos this shit is for the listener

Damn

I'm about to get up on my pirate shit

Tongue cut like a cutlass and my spit hit like a musket

When it comes to rappin we the heat wholesalers

So don't you try and kick it with tha toked up sailors

We are the toked up sailors

The mad men ballin

Float up on the waves

Don't even bother with the nonsense

Please

We too busy Smoking all of these trees

Disease ridden scallywags

Get up off your knees Or leave

Not stressing on these mediocrities

So done with all that

We keep our ship intact

Said

Best get the fuck off our mast

Cause the frequency 3

We is beastly in fact

I'm Enjoying the touch of the sun on my skin

While my locs looking stupendous

And my mind state feel like water

While you so hot and you bothered

We out here minding our business

And on your bullshit we just puff puff pass

The frequency sailing out here, with no fear

Won't get caught lacking

Every moment be magic

Watch as we eat it up

Eat it up

Eat it up

This is fucking good

What do we do with the toked up sailors

Riding on the waves

Sailing on a boat

While chiefing ganja everyday

What do we do with the toked up sailors

Riding on the waves

Sailing on a boat

While chiefing ganja everyday

What do we do with the toked up sailors

Riding on the waves

Sailing on a boat

While chiefing ganja everyday

What do we do with the toked up sailors

Riding on the waves

Sailing on a boat

While chiefing ganja everyday