Kota the Friend – BQE Lyrics
BQE Lyrics By Kota The Friend Feat. JOEY BADA$$, BAS
Self paid, no debt, ooh
We ain’t takin’ no bets, lot of y’all full of regrets
[?] me and give me respect
Stop playin’ easy to get, I’m playin’ Russian Roulette
Y’all sellin’ out for the check
We holdin’ out for the kids
Free black and don’t [?] Gold [?] the whole crib, low bread, the whole loaf
Go hard or go home, go home and don’t trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin’ from 12, live and you learn
Now we just flip ’em the bird
[?] you give me the word
Copy you heard, I step on the Myrtle I’m on the wave now
Bet you got nothin’ to say now
You better get out the way and better get comfortable catchin’ this fade now
Stay in your lane, either you get on the train or watch on the wave
There ain’t no stoppin’ the play
Hoppin’ up out of the flames
[?] island today
Get your peace up on the board
Bought a crib by the lake
Still pull up in the fort, real comin’ for the fake
Showin’ love for the hate
Still tryna end a war, momma said I need a break
Maybe when I’m in the Forbes, generation’s on the board
Generations in the bank, ayy
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Joey Bada$$] Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?
Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Ayy, ayy, yuh
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I pull up, I skrrt
Drop top and I’m wearin’ no shirt
She know I’m a flirt (Flirt)
One hand in the [?] another up her skirt
She know I’m a [?] I’m on the 2-7, back to the [?] I be the old school like I’m [?] When I’m local, I be goin’ bezerk
Old f00ls might back up the [?] for the government
Talkin’ my [?] be lovin’ it
Start to build hoods and you know I be tuggin’ it
None of my ni–as can come up with the government
They just be thuggin’ it, I just be playin’ it smart
I don’t be judgin’, I’m playin’ my part
Show the fake love and then play with your heart
Gotta learn to just play with the cards dealt
Ni–as too hard on their-self
Ni–as too hard to offer them help
I don’t work too hard for all this wealth
For the first two bars how [?] Ayy, still in the field like inner field
M-O-B play centerfield
Ran on the [?] just take the wheel
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Bas] Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?
Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E (It’s Ba$$y)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
[Verse 3: Bas] For every day I made dollars, I made dollars
‘Cause my Burroughs, he gave knowledge
Out of city move, y’all better pay homage
I don’t pity you ni–as that make comments and create drama
You gon’ find them tryna go viral
Judge, jury, execution, no trial
I was takin’ deep sleep, watch niqqas creep
Streets make it [?] so vile
I’m from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile
And the whole time you be thinkin’, “Damn, that B!tch so fine,”
“Oh, my,” she not
Born in a ditch and you die in a box
But I’m on a mission, a man of ambition
My latest addition, retire my Pops
So anyone threatenin’, I’m firin’ shots
[Chorus: Kota the Friend] Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?
Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy