Costa Rica my new plug is soo sick
Ninas on ninas I'm bussing my shit
Benucci Prada nigga yea I'm soo lit
Open ur mouth n get served with the sick
Costa Rica my new girl is a hit
We smoking Lala in our /way to the riches
I'm crushing women while we lay on the beaches
The rarri new seats /they they feel like some benches
Put up ur bread and u will see who the richest
Givenchy Montclair the nigga is soo frigid
I'm fuccing his bitch now the nigga so livid
I'm never ratting I go sign for my bid
I bought a new coupe n it comes with no lid
All my niggaz they wear brand new fatigues
I cursed out the judge / I ain't got no damn no fear
Bitches like me Soo i kno they gonna cheer
We cover the sauce the cuz the police is near
I press on the gas then u go disappear
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I peep ur new ice n I knew u was fake
10k gold damn I know u a snake
I got a new girl but we never gonna date
Sorry teacher yea I'm gonna b late
I cook in the trap imma bring I a plate
Flesh on my flesh / we gonna pray to the lord / running the streets n I'm break law
Japanese denim we swing them sword
I got a new jet I never n bored
Snow on my wrist n bitches grab my necklace/ ice in my mouth Soo u kno that I'm Toothless/spend Benjis n I kno that they faceless /