Costa Rica

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 M 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 /