Barcelona (feat. Astro.Dot)
Ye
Homies posted up, AirBnB, in Barcelona
We on the couch, playing Skate 3, pass the controller
Eyes barely opened, all of that weed turned us Daytona
Spitting sick lines, sicker the beat, that was before the Corona
Can't wait to wake up the next day, gonna go skate to Agora
Bring over the ball, show em the range, fuck out of here with your Rover
People knocking on our door, I bet this ain't no Jehovah
Fuck, it's the cops...
Yeah, yeah
Been around, seen a lot
Boy, I got some things yeah
On my mind, it's a lot
But low-key I'm still the same yeah
Any nigga that went on a different route
I'm sorry, your shit is lame yeah
If a nigga wanna test my glock
I won't be the one to blame, yeah yeah
You gon' die nigga but that ain't really my fault
Yeah, plus all you bitches are out here hitting my phone
Yeah, might fuck around and I'ma be calling them home
Yeah, I'ma hit it from the back and then I'll be feeling alone
We stacking up all of that weed, all the way up to the ceiling
2 AM, got the munchies, KFC do sound appealing
Skate all the way up to MACBA, living La Vida Loca
Check out linda Segnoritas, noses full of la Coka
We just a bunch of Pandejo, Orujo mixed with the Cola
We gotta go hit up the streets, hit up the ledge, hasta luego mi guapa
Don't blow my capa, it's hard to open me up like a locker
Pass me the lapa, thick like a Glocka, we rolling loud like some Harka
Salam Aleika if you fuck with us, you already know you're my brotha
Leila Saeeda, all of my crew, filled with the Arfa
If you're a Hasmun, I Hagar you with my rap
Better yet, you can call it a wrap
Mike go tell em that
Yeah, yeah
Been around, seen a lot
Boy, I got some things yeah
On my mind, it's a lot
But low-key I'm still the same yeah
Any nigga that went on a different route
I'm sorry, your shit is lame yeah
If a nigga wanna test my glock
I won't be the one to blame, yeah yeah
You gon' die nigga but that ain't really my fault
Yeah, plus all you bitches are out here hitting my phone
Yeah, might fuck around and I'ma be calling them home
Yeah, I'ma hit it from the back and then I'll be feeling alone
Homies posted up, AirBnB, in Barcelona
We on the couch, playing Skate 3, pass the controller
Eyes barely opened, all of that weed turned us Daytona
Spitting sick lines, sicker the beat, that was before the Corona
Can't wait to wake up the next day, gonna go skate to Agora
Bring over the ball, show em the range, fuck out of here with your Rover
People knocking on our door, I bet this ain't no Jehovah
Fuck, it's the cops...
Yeah, yeah
Been around, seen a lot
Boy, I got some things yeah
On my mind, it's a lot
But low-key I'm still the same yeah
Any nigga that went on a different route
I'm sorry, your shit is lame yeah
If a nigga wanna test my glock
I won't be the one to blame, yeah yeah
You gon' die nigga but that ain't really my fault
Yeah, plus all you bitches are out here hitting my phone
Yeah, might fuck around and I'ma be calling them home
Yeah, I'ma hit it from the back and then I'll be feeling alone
We stacking up all of that weed, all the way up to the ceiling
2 AM, got the munchies, KFC do sound appealing
Skate all the way up to MACBA, living La Vida Loca
Check out linda Segnoritas, noses full of la Coka
We just a bunch of Pandejo, Orujo mixed with the Cola
We gotta go hit up the streets, hit up the ledge, hasta luego mi guapa
Don't blow my capa, it's hard to open me up like a locker
Pass me the lapa, thick like a Glocka, we rolling loud like some Harka
Salam Aleika if you fuck with us, you already know you're my brotha
Leila Saeeda, all of my crew, filled with the Arfa
If you're a Hasmun, I Hagar you with my rap
Better yet, you can call it a wrap
Mike go tell em that
Yeah, yeah
Been around, seen a lot
Boy, I got some things yeah
On my mind, it's a lot
But low-key I'm still the same yeah
Any nigga that went on a different route
I'm sorry, your shit is lame yeah
If a nigga wanna test my glock
I won't be the one to blame, yeah yeah
You gon' die nigga but that ain't really my fault
Yeah, plus all you bitches are out here hitting my phone
Yeah, might fuck around and I'ma be calling them home
Yeah, I'ma hit it from the back and then I'll be feeling alone
Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Noverraz
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