Listen, Stream, Buy, Mp3 Download and read the lyrics to “B.Q.E” by KOTA The Friend featuring Bas & Joey Bada$$. The song was self-produced by Kota the Friend.
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Following a solid appearance on Guapdad 4000’s ongoing Rona Raps series, Kota The Friend has come through with even more new music. This time, he’s laying down “B.Q.E,” a New York-themed anthem set to appear on his upcoming album Everything. In order to bolster the strength of his message, Kota called upon fellow NYC denizens Joey Bada$$ of Brooklyn and Bas of Queens, imbuing his single with both Pro Era and Dreamville’s presence.
As expected, seeing as this is a New York homage and all, “B.Q.E” rather appropriately puts bars on a pedestal; lest we forget, the Big Apple was where the artform was initially birthed. Kota himself sets it off with a carefree verse, riding the triumphant instrumental with a carefree demeanour. “Free as a bird, used to be runnin’ from 12, live and you learn,” he raps. “Now we just flip ’em the bird.”
The Badmon spits next, whipping his flow into double-time as he paints a picture of a city boy’s take on summertime debauchery. Last but not least is Bas, who continues to prove he’s among the most technically savvy rhymers in the game, even if people aren’t ready to give him due props. “Don’t pity you n***s that make comments to create drama, you gon’ find them tryna go viral,” he raps. “Judge, jury, execution, no trial.”
KOTA The Friend – B.Q.E (ft. Bas & Joey Bada$$) (prod. Kota the Friend)
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Self-made, no flex, ooh
Self paid, no debt, ooh
We ain’t takin’ no bets, lot of y’all full of regrets
Pay me and give me respect
Y’all playin’ easy to get, I’m playin’ Russian Roulette
Y’all sellin’ out for the check
We holdin’ out for the kids
Free black and don’t flip
Gold rope the whole crib, low bread, the whole loaf
Go hard or go home, go home and don’t trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin’ from 12, live and you learn
Now we just flip ’em the bird
Poppy you give me the word
Copy you heard, I step on the Myrtle I’m on the wave now
Bet you got nothin’ to say now
You better get out the way and better get comfortable catchin’ this fade now
Stay in your lane, either you get on the train or watch on the wave
There ain’t no stoppin’ the play
Hoppin’ up out of the flames
Inkin’ an island today
Get your peace up on the board
Bought a crib by the lake
Still pull up in the fort, real comin’ for the fake
Showin’ love through the hate
Still tryna end a war, momma said I need a break
Maybe when I’m in the Forbes, generation’s on the board
Generations in the bank, ayy
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Joey Bada$$]
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 (Badmon)
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I pull up, I skrrt (skrrt)
Drop top and I’m wearin’ no shirt
She know I’m a flirt (Flirt)
One hand on the wheel another hand up her skirt
She know I’m a mur
I’m on the 2-7, then back to the turf
I be the old school like I’m servin them work
When I’m local, I be goin’ bezerk
Hit up old fools might back up the club for the fuck of it
Talkin’ my [?] she be lovin’ it
Start to build hoods and you know I be tuggin’ it
None of my niggas can fuck 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
These niggas too hard on their-self
Niggas too hard to offer them help
I don’t work too hard for all this wealth
For the first two bars for how all of it felt
Ayy, still in the field like inner field
Or M-O-B play centerfield
Rain on the day 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 Bassy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
[Verse 3: Bas]
For every day I made dollars, I made dollars
‘Cause my Burroughs, he gave knowledge
How the city move, y’all better pay homage
I don’t pity you niggas that make comments to create drama
You gon’ find them tryna go viral
Judge, jury, execution, no trial
I was sinkin’ deep sleep, watching bitches creep
Streets making hoes vile
I’m from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile
And the whole time you be thinkin’, “Damn, that bitch 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
