Morocco (feat. Tobi Lou)

Morocco (feat. Tobi Lou) - Kota the Friend Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]

Rented out a BnB, I'm 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 that you knew me

Takin' hour showers, I be feelin' like I'm bougie

Now I take my shawty out to dinner in the A

Look at struggle in her face, keep my money in the bank

And watch you pull up in the wraith

Mama 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

I, 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 me on my line, ho



[Chorus: Kota the Friend & tobi lou]

Money stacked on a hook, reel it

Goin' blind seven books, deal it

Vans on my mattress, chillin'

Henny on the last drip, kill it

Shot clock, runnin' I pull up like oh

Curry at the half-court, clutch like woah

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 wit' it, land wit' it

Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business

Catch a break and hit the fam wit' it, fam wit' it

Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Yes)



[Verse 2: tobi lou]

I ain't never been to Morocco

But I'll probably go after this shit drop though

Young Tobi flaco, harder than the pot hole

If you hear me on it, it's a motherfuckin' bop though

Got a Spanish bitch and she love to make me tacos

Smokin' cannabis in the mornin' like Alanzo

Deep in the throat, like I'm takin' out her tonsils

Modern life like Rocko (Rocko), Rocko (Rocko)

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



[Chorus: Kota the Friend]

Money stacked on a hook, reel it (Yeah stack it)

Goin' blind seven books, deal it

Vans on my mattress, chillin'

Henny on the last drip, kill it

Shot clock, runnin' I pull up like oh

Curry at the half-court, clutch like woah

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 wit' it, land wit' it

Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business

Catch a break and hit the fam wit' it, fam wit' it

Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Are you answerin'?)