D.R.A.M. feat. Juicy J & A$AP Rocky – Gilligan Lyrics

(Intro – D.R.A.M)
Big headed, long stick
F**ked up, turnt, too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt, too

(Chorus – D.R.A.M.)
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like

(Verse 1 – D.R.A.M.)
Look, I got hella s**t
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
Bi**h, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type

(Chorus – D.R.A.M.)
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like

(Verse 2 – Juicy J)
I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper hoes snorting blow, dancing in my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably f**k yo mama back in 98
Sipping on purple rain like champagne
Ni**as gon make a toast
And that weed and s**t that you passing
If a ni**a don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces dripping
Same color as the smoke
Thousand ni**as with it in the street
Ni**a look like the Pope

(Chorus – D.R.A.M.)
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like

(Verse 3 – A$AP Rocky)
Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min
Better yet, a ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherf**k a middle man
Like I’m the s**ts with the s**ts
F**k another ni**a bi**h again off the s**ts again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet and let em feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like the brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, f**k a settlement
Got to save and never sell again

(Chorus – D.R.A.M.)
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the s**t again, ay, lost just like