Costa Rica

Pyrex whipper
Pyrex
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherf**kin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
N***a ride wave then the n***a get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap and this all facts
No I don't relax and I don't lack
Demons they follow me deep in the dark
N***as got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since I just can't give no f**k 'bout no b***h
It's a check
Baby had to bustdown on the AP yeah
Baby ain't no rich styles on you lately yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica
Fans
I got bands in Costa Rica
Big bands
I got fans in Costa Rica
Big fans
I got bands in Costa Rica
Got the Mike Jack' nose just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna b***hes go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherf**kin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals motherf**kin' five-oh
N***a bettin' under 5'4 hell if I know
N***as got me tight like Arthur's fist and s**t
Like I'm not an arsonist and s**t
Not a n***a that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you f**king with your future like Larsa Pippen s**t
Boy I'm like a barber with this s**t
You get out the chair you get in the chair
The things in the mirror the way they appear
You look to the rear my n***as is near my n***as revered
You f**kin' with Mez you f**kin' with Heirs n***a
Baby had to bustdown on the AP yeah
Baby ain't no rich styles on you lately yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica
Fans
I got bands in Costa Rica Big bands
I got fans in Costa Rica
Big fans
I got bands in Costa Rica
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket
Diamonds on me water like a faucet
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with the stick it's a rocket
Forty-five on me s**t hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head I
Devilish red eyes never been on a redeye
Or s**t I be high I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty I'm Dominique Wilkins and s**t
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport this girl ask me
Hey are you Swae Lee
Wow
It's a check
Baby had to bustdown on the AP yeah
Baby ain't no rich styles on you lately yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica
Fans
I got bands in Costa Rica
Big bands
I got fans in Costa Rica
Big fans
I got bands in Costa Rica
Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but hell I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty put my thumb in her a*s
She had a little one it really wasn't nothin' to grab
I did it anyway
N***a I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91 flyin' doin' the dash
We goin' in today
Ayy
And I been writing my a*s off Ernest Hemingway
B***h
I ain't got s**t else to say
I got too much skills
I flow like the water so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned respect is earned uh
You really be in it B gotta be kiddin' me uh
You really be sickenin' I got the remedy uh
I'm feelin' like Goku b***h I dig your energy uh
Um okay huh goin' on a date with an AK huh
Yup
Ayy okay goin' on a date with an AK ayy
It's a check
Baby had to bustdown on the AP yeah
Baby ain't no rich styles on you lately yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica
Fans
I got bands in Costa Rica
Big bands
I got fans in Costa Rica
Big fans
I got bands in Costa Rica