Barcelona (feat. boijoe)

Shorty wan f*ck I'm popping Gang know that we locked in Baddest twins, they both my options Smokin' gas like we ain't stopping This some gas the way you coughing Take that nigga to the faucet This that drip that you ain't cop yet She said damn that nigga saucing I ball like I play for the league I do all I do for the team I ain't never touching no lean You look at my wrist and go freeze Believe that we playing for keeps (Yuh) Pockets be fat cause we eat Cartier frames just to read Why your girl stalking my feed? They around cause I'm up Throwing ones in the club That's a bag, pick it up From the burbs, still a thug Made it out I was stuck Louis V for the stunt Just in case pull the pump In the trap like a plug Doubled up now, sipping off a mean cup I dun lapped them, tell em they can eat dust Sayin love girl, baby this is just lust In my bag, North Face Got a glock and a blunt I been booking flights every time that you front Circumnavigate 'fore you admit that you was wrong Do this shit for fun, I can drop when I want Payments on her Audi every first of the month Her body like Ferrari, all them curves got me done Heated inside like a sauna or something Thought that I would sweat her, all this Burberry on Had me bending backwards way I curved every hoe You don't even listen to my tapes when they drop What you in it for, girl, the twist or the plot? Said that I was dippin' and I meant it when I did I could never chase it, girl My momma ain't raise a bitch Trust me I ain't hating, girl You should do your thang Swear you from the mud Throwing dirt on my name (Aye, look, aye) I just flew to Spain to see my miga, why you bugging bitch? You be getting heated for no reason, on my government Put you in convertibles because you know how to fuckin' switch Lame niggas sliding in the DM, I don't do that shit (Ion do that shit) Barcelona baby, she talk Spanish with a pretty lisp She my MOTOMAMI, Rosalía way she ride the Lo que alguien dice no es lo que 'hora siente If you say you want it, then you better stand on that shit Austin city limits, way I blow a band on a bitch Never let a hoe see me stumble when I ego trip Dropped that hoe, I fumbled, I get fucked up when I think of it Mixed the drink like gumbo I just feel at peace when it hits A beach, in Madrid The streets of Seville I need something real I need something real Yeah I need something real