Songtext Bahamas Asap Mob

Bahamas

Uh, Lil Boat
Aye, aye

Ain't never been to Bahamas, nah
I done fucked multiple mamas
I done count multiple commas
We brought in multiple lamas
Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth
Rapping all smooth like Osama
It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do
And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah
Ain't never been to Bahamas
I done fucked multiple mamas
I done count multiple commas
We brought in multiple llamas
Rapping all smooth, raping all smooth
Rapping all smooth like Osama
It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do
And trust me, they don't want the drama

I stay with that Uzi like Drama
I stay with the Uzi for drama
I stay in the cut with piranhas
My bitch bad and boujee, Katana
I hit multiple Jessica [?]
We having sex in the sauna
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Nigga talk down, that's a uppercut

Bow, shut up
Get you some money and run it up
Fucking your bitch, she ain't fun enough
Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face
Huh, can't hit my weed
Can't water my seed
Can't play in my garden
Bitch, beg your pardon
2-2-3 Harden
Oh, that's James
She don't want you 'cause you lame
I'm up, she'd rather fuck with us

(Backroom, backroom)
(Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit)
I ain't never been to Bahamas
A nigga done been to Milano
Met with your favorite designer
Gucci show with Alessandro
Your sis give me head on recliner
Your wife wanna throw me vagina
I fuck on your aunt, your mama
Got served like Aunt Jemima
Like the maple leaf, take a peek
Get to the bread like a bakery
Wait on me, wait for me
Soon as we fuck, get away from me
Paper plate or fine china
Benihana, McDonalds
Hit up Empanada Mamas
Eat at delis or in diners
Who's that peeking through the window?
Got the chopper boutta blind us
Couldn't pick me out of a line up
Niggas psyching like Ewonda
Spaz fast, get to the bag
Look at the digital dash
Little bitch frivilous
Nigga just hit that shit
Get to it, get in it
Just trying to live a bit

New shades, Gosha
Got me looking like a Beatle
[Hoppin on it] like a beatle
This ain't Puma, this [needles]
Ain't never been to Bahamas
But my chain's so lavish
TMZ be clacking
While they're counting my karats
[?] Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones
Balling like Jim Jones
[?] You cannot come in my zone
Woah
[?] Dior in Paris
Chilling with [?] Kris Van Assche
White model bitch with ass

[Verse 5: Schoolboy Q]
Let a groovy nigga in it
Six cars, nigga winning
Big crib, tennis court
Half a million in the Porsche
Got a chopper on the porch
Backyard to Bahamas
Palms trees and recliners
Got a rolly for my momma
Dime piece give me [?]
Got a nine nigga what
Third strike in the bush
Couple grand on the front
Fell in love in the cut
Four mil in a month
Your career in a trunk
Last album, nigga was
Whole [?] full of duds
Album cover for the buzz
Put the [?] rollie on a bus
Money talking, nigga hush
Hit the plug, nigga walked off
Split the mil, nigga all four
Flip a house, nigga what for
Batman on the [all-door?]

I never been to Bahamas
A nigga done been to the projects
I used to catch licks in pajamas
Now I pull up in some Prada
Margiela man [?] cop a pair every weekend
Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican
Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing
A hunnid band, spend that shit in an evening
Bring them goons out
Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons
It's a shoot out
Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now
I'm getting rich, bout to go and cop a Bentley Coop now
I'm spraying shit
Super soaker then dive in the pool now

I ain't never been to Bahamas
I ain't never broken a promise
I got a glock and a llama
I'm on the block with Obama
I'm on the coast with the [?]
There's no way to find us, no way to find us
I'm on a boat to the tropics
Holding deposits, bulging my pockets