Listen to Costa Rica (feat. Bas, JID, Guapdad 4000, Reese LAFLARE, Jace, Mez, Smokepurpp, Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God) by Dreamville

Costa Rica (feat. Bas, JID, Guapdad 4000, Reese LAFLARE, Jace, Mez, Smokepurpp, Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God)

Dreamville

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Dreamville - Costa Rica ft. Bas, JID, and more (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
JID
JID
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Vocals
Jace
Jace
Vocals
Mez
Mez
Vocals
Reese LAFLARE
Reese LAFLARE
Vocals
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Smokepurpp
Smokepurpp
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Morris W. Ricks II
Morris W. Ricks II
Songwriter
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Thaddeus Maurice Williams
Thaddeus Maurice Williams
Songwriter
Jason Harris
Jason Harris
Songwriter
Omar Pineiro
Omar Pineiro
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
Kedrick Cannady
Kedrick Cannady
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pyrex
Pyrex
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Miguel Scott
Miguel Scott
Recording Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got big dreams, so my watch got a big face
Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
**** ride wave, then the **** get taxed
Fendi snow pants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack
[Verse 2]
Demons, they follow me, deep in the dark
**** got problems with bein' a boss
We ain't been home, but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean it 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 outta this
Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch
[Verse 3]
Baby (Yeah)
Had to buss down on the AP (AP)
Yeah, baby (Yeah)
Ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich)
Yeah, aye, 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]
I got that Mike Jack' nose just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go Psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feelin' like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' a silo
I'm goin' out West like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
Lebron on the finals
Motherfuckin' 5-0
**** bettin' under 5-4, hell if I know
[Verse 5]
**** got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist and shit
Not a **** that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you fuckin' 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 **** is near
My **** revere
You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs
[Verse 6]
Baby (Yeah)
Had to buss down on the AP (AP)
Yeah, baby (Yeah)
Ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich)
Yeah, aye, 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 7]
I got balled-up hunnids in my pocket
Diamonds on me, water like a faucet
Got a lotta bands in Costa Rica
Lotta hoes in Costa Rica
Got a passport in my pocket
And I flew with a stick, it's a rocket
.45 on me, shit hot like a pocket
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby-mama doin' drugs in the mosh pit
[Verse 8]
"Top o' the mornin'" 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 red eye
Oh shit, I be high, I forget
Shorty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty of Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really, I flew to Costa Rica with the AP
At the airport, this girl asked me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?"
Wow
[Verse 9]
Baby (Yeah)
Had to buss down on the AP (AP)
Yeah, baby (Yeah)
Ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich)
Yeah, aye, 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 10]
Suffering succotash, she think it's all puddy cat
But hey I ain't even mad, I started suckin' on the titty
Put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, there really wasn't nothin' to grab
But did it anyway
****, I'm in my bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
She goin' in today
And I been writin' my ass off, Ernest Hemingway
I ain't got shit else to say
[Verse 11]
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 concur and let it burn
Like Usher's perm, a kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned
You really in it, be gotta be kiddin' me
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy
Uh, I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy
Oh, okay
Huh, goin' on a date with a AK
Aye, okay
Goin' on a date with a AK
Aye
[Verse 12]
Baby (Yeah)
Had to buss down on the AP (AP)
Yeah, baby (Yeah)
Ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich)
Yeah, aye, 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
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Akeem Hayes, Destin Route, Jason Harris, Kedrick Cannady, Kevin Gomringer, Morris W. Ricks II, Omar Pineiro, Simmie Sims III, Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne, Thaddeus Maurice Williams, Tim Gomringer
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