Costa Rica Nitin Randhawa Remix
[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset]
(Pyrex Whippa)
(Pyrex)
(Nitin Randhawa)
(You are watching a master at work)
(Nitin Randhawa)

[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams)
Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya)
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt)
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey)
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts)
No, I don't relax and I don't lack

[Verse 2: Bas & Guapdad 4000]
Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas 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 fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands)
(Joyner)
I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans) (Awwww shit, Joyner), I got bands in Costa Rica

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a name (Damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (Woo)
Hope you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This shit made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit make conductors wanna stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce (Dolce)
Back when I was broke and no one know me (Woah)
I couldn't afford it and now that I got the money
I don't even want this shit 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you don't know me (Woah)
Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony (Woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing
And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder what's happening
I'm flipping new syllables, acronyms
I guess I'ma practice it
You fuckers are fucking embarrassing (Pow pow)
You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping all on your conscious
All you niggas are watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, R.I.P
You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (Pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, that's per year (Per year)
All you ho niggas leave your purse here (Purse here)
I am your favorite rapper's worst fear (Why?)
Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears (Woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had lightyear
Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's right here
Niggas got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the suplex
I ain't never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle like a fuckin' duplex
Break a nigga toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose neck (Woah)
Makin' a panic with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters
I'm ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I got' em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin' mannequin
I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane
I got 'em swingin' they on my dick and grabbin my pants again
Now, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco (Cinco)
I ain't Spanish but I know the lingo (Lingo)
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain't come unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I don't give a fuck about no hit record
I'ma just remix y'all shit and get big off it
I'ma just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), 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

[Verse 4: Jace]
I 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, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know

[Verse 5: Mez & Guapdad 4000]
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
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 niggas is near, my niggas revered
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check)
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), 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

[Verse 6: J. Cole]
Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty
How many rappers I killed—counted at least forty
Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me
I'm horny like that Coltrane album
A Love Supreme, that's Cole fave album
Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album lately
Silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me
They've been loving me this whole time
My only adversary was my own mind
Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09
With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all
Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither
Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether
To eat ya, we got heat for niggas, keep reachin'
If these bullets was heat-seeking
They wouldn't even reach you niggas
I'm on my...

[Verse 7: Kendrick Lamar]
And we don't stress
A .38 'til it free your chest
Then PP on the PO's desk
I'm Jay-Z in a blow out press
Relate me to your blowout's best
Can't hate me, I'm remote you're deaf
I'm HD, causin' photo theft
My AC antifreeze gotta—that part
Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye don't rest
My IV qualify T-rex
Society kept my IQ vexed
Denyin' me from an Ivy school
Applyin' me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest
The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh

[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), 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

[Verse 8: Logic]
Shout-out to the Bobby Soxer girls that just love the flow
Chillin out late night with the weed lit blunt split and the paper rolled
RattPack smoking loudpack yeah they 'bout that
Haters talking shit yeah I never doubt that
With the GPS flow we re-route that
Road to riches we be 'bout that
Getting money like Oprah
Fryin' motherfuckers like Okra
Put your L up if you be a smoker
Full-time toker
Everything I got that's what I'm given no division till it's over
Sleeping on the Young Sinatra like a sedative
Now they on a brother's dick, so repetitive
And they wonder why, and they wonder why
And they wonder why, and they wonder why
(You are watching a master at work)

[Verse 9: Smokepurpp]
I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah)
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit

[Verse 10: JID & Guapdad 4000]
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 shit, 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 shit
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)

[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), 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

[Verse 11: Mac Miller]
Yeah, I made a couple million off rap like it's nothin'
Keep the shit quiet, I don't stunt too much
She could fuck me, she don't give it up too much
Drink liquor like water, gettin' drunk too much, I
I was off them drugs too much
In the crib fuckin' all these little sluts too much
How it is when you young, blowin' up too much
Talkin' shit, but I know that you ain't up to much
Man, I been workin', said I'm the greatest
Now that I'm certain, Benzo the latest
Drunk and I'm swervin', I'm goin' ape-shit on all of my verses
Fuck bein' famous, I'm here to fuck up your favorite
Lately I'm hearin' too much of the same shit
Young and I'm faded, killin' shit, bury it under my basement
(Shut your mutherfuckin mouth bitch)

[Verse 12: Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God]
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 ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (Ayy)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say

[Verse 13: Ski Mask the Slump God & Guapdad 4000]
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, bitch, I need 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)

[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), 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