Costa Rica

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face

Girl get missing like a muhfucking mixtape

Smelling like money and I'm lookin' like sexy

I'm messing for real with the slimes and the slatts

Step in my way, then a nigga get taxed

Gotta smoke pants and I fill 'em up with racks

Did it all ain't no cap and this all facts

No, I don't relax and I don't lack

Demons they follow me, deep in the dark

Niggas got problems with being a boss

We in the car when we hear all that talking

Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt

Salt in my wound and my heart in the cooler

Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler

Told him to make a new peace sign and I just gave him

Baby, had to bust down on a AP, yeah

Baby, and I wear styles on me lately, yeah

I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

I got the Mic Jack knowledge, just the four wit’ bennylaigo

Norman Bates wit' the eights I'ma go psycho

Laundromat, with the temper, it's a vicious cycle

Feeling like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go

Go against the grain like I'm battling the silo

Going out west like a mothafuckin' 5-0

I'm going in the finals

Mothafucking 5-0, nigga better up the fi-fo on

Nigga got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit

Like I'm not an arsonist this shit

Not a nigga that you wanna argue wit'

Cause they be fucking with yo future like Larsa Pippen

Barb like a barber with this shit

You get out of jail, you get into jail

Things in the mirror ain't closer than they appear

My niggas are near, my niggas are

You fuckin' wit Mez, you fuckin' wit

Baby, had to bust down on a AP, yeah

Baby, and I wear styles on me lately, yeah

I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

Top of the morning, if anybody who thought they was better than bennybody

Jiddy I'm like a Jedi

Jumpin' Jehoshaphat

Them hoes are not fat

But them hoes got a fat ass, but they call his momma back

I don't know if that's a fat booty, don't matter

Anyone seen the bad ones, bad gas, bad cat last night

Flew across Costa Rica wit' a AP

In the airport, this girl asked me

Hey, are you Swae Lee?

Knock his ass down just like some dominos

Baby, I'm a murderer, blow the water in the coupe

Like a tooth

Diamonds in my mouth, don't let me talk

Ly with me see ya'

And I got a brand new jacket bitch

Play with these nigga like woah

Baby had to bust down on a AP, yeah

Baby, and I wear styles on me lately, yeah

I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

I got houses in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

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 to me, gotta be kiddin' me, uh

You really be sickening, I got the remedy, uh

I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh

Um, okay, goin' on a date with a AK, ayy

Okay, goin' on a date with a AK, ayy