BASABLANCA

Me and your shorty been cutting
She put me in front of the line
Told me that you was a sucker
It's nothing to fuck her
She happy that somebody tried
Someone just put in they story
If I ain't the best in the city
Then somebody lying
I been recording this dolo
If I get a feature, man
I swear that somebody dying
That's facts
We bouta fuck up the summer
Drip YSL like I'm Gunna
My niggas straight out the gutter
Waited too long for the come up
Too long
Got me a zip of that butter
Blowing it down til the sun up
Got a Dominican
Told her we lit again
She bend it over and cut up
Cut up
Big drip
I fell in love with a lit bitch
She fuck with me 'cause I'm different
In LA so don't mind if I'm distant
In LA but NY on my fitted
If them labels don't sign me, they tripping
Shit I just might stay independent
'Cause these niggas be
Flopping and flipping
Bow
She loving the style
Treat that bitch like a Rollie
I'm bussing her down
She love when I'm coming around
Wifey to me if she holding it down
Might let her hold onto my crown
I bought her a ticket
I'm flying her out
She landed I'm piping her down
Down
Way up
Jet lagged in my suite
I won't sleep, Ima stay up
Pass me the ball
Ima shoot, I won't lay up
Back to the wall
Ima swing til I KO
Nigga we ball
And we stunt like a hobby
Won't let us in
We gon fuck up the lobby
I got that silk YSL on my body
Youngins might pull up
And pull out that yami
What's good
Maserati gone
I been dripping sauce
I got shit to lose
That's what turns you on
I been feeling lost
Got me drinking more
I might hit you up
Like I'm coming over
All that shit you talk
Made me want you more
Made me went you bad
I can't wait too long
Know you been thru shit
I got issues too
Said I missed your calls
Know you miss it too
We bouta fuck up the summer
Drip YSL like I'm Gunna
My niggas straight out the gutter
Waited too long for the come up
Facts
Got me a zip of that butter
Blowing it down til the sun up
Got a Dominican
Told her we lit again
She bend it over and cut up
Bet they can't wait til I'm gone
They seen what I'm on
I got this shit going up
Straight to the moon
Why you been dodging my texts?
Huh huh
Been in my zone
Aye
She keep on calling me Kev
Yeah yeah
Bitch I'm Laurent
Yuh
And my word is bond
I might book me a flight to Milan
All this cappin' they do in they songs
I let it sing, we ain't singing along
Yeah yeah
Might put some stamps in your passport
I ain't the one you should pass on
I'm so ahead of the game
I just be rapping in fast forward
Any rapper that's better than me
Either retired or passed on
I just be killing these trap songs
Niggas be hatin' with caps on
Run up on me be your last sprint
Funeral singing them sad songs
See what I did to the last jawn?
Fuck being so far I'm past gone
Maserati gone
I been dripping sauce
I got shit to lose
That's what turns you on
I been feeling lost
Got me drinking more
I might hit you up
Like I'm coming over
All that shit you talk
Made me want you more
Made me went you bad
I can't wait too long
Know you been thru shit
I got issues too
Said I missed your calls
Know you miss it too