Kota the Friend, tobi lou - Morocco Lyrics

Rented out a bnb out somewhere in Morocco
Hidin' from the world I be feelin' like El Chapo
Heard you got a main girl chillin' in Chicago
I be like "no comment" and I hit 'em with the uzi
Independent, yeah I get it standin' on my two feet
Jackin' that you know me but the truth is that you knew me
Takin' hour showers I be feelin' like I'm boujee
Now I take my shawty out to dinner in the A
Look at struggle in her the face, keep my money in the bank
And watch you pull in the Wraith
Momma told me, "Don't be stupid"
I can tell her fate, she just wants you for the clout
Told her, "I'ma need my space" she gon' make you look goofy
Ah, with my slippers when I drive, I be cozy on the road
I do business in the sky, never had to sell my soul
I don't ever gotta lie
If you didn't see it then, do not hit my line hoe

Money stacked on a hook, reel it
Goin' blind seven books, deal it
Vans on my mattress, chillin'
Henney on the last drip, kill it
Shock clock, runnin' I pull up like, oh
Curry at the half-court, clutch like, whoa
I be, I be on the block tryna live my life
Can't nobody come up off of me I'm broke
I'm on the land with it, land with it
Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business
Catch a break and hit the fam with it, fam with it
Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Yes)

I ain't never been to Morocco
But I'll probably go after this shit drop though
Young Tobi Flaco, harder than a pot hole
If you hear me on it, it's a motherfuckin' bop, hoe
Got a Spanish bitch and she love to make me tacos
Smokin' cannabis in the mornin' like Alanzo
Deep in her throat, like I'm takin' out her tonsils
Modern life like Rocko (Rocko), Rocko (Rocko), yeah
That was kinda corny but your baby mama love it
So she probably gonna say it at my show, she know every word
Like she wrote it, that's a fuckin' poet
I just met my quota
I'm out here with Kota

Money stacked on a hook, reel it (yeah stack it)
Goin' blind seven books, deal it
Vans on my mattress, chillin'
Henney on the last drip, kill it
Shock clock, runnin' I pull up like, oh
Curry at the half-court, clutch like, whoa
I be, I be on the block tryna live my life
Can't nobody come up off of me I'm broke
I'm on the land with it, land with it
Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business
Catch a break and hit the fam with it, fam with it
Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Are you answerin')