Pablo
(专辑: ABTA: Still Going In - 2015)
Yeah, true story, so listen I
save my money First class I
flew I
could've bought a
jet But I
bought a
coupe Red carpet with a
model bitch You on the
red carpet with a
prostitute Red target on a
fuck nigga head I
don't shoot if somebody'll do it It's a
dead target [?] dead man Put him in the
woods, throw him away and lose it Up in a
hot box, heard the
cop behind me Gotta get away, and we gotta lose him Bass in the
trunk, turn up my music Bass in the
trunk, talking 'bout that toolie Hold up, wait, slow it down I
just seen twelve, turn around I
roll the
window down It don't matter, we been burning it down, all day, all day (Woo woo) That's the
sound we heard I
ain't pulling over, took 'em on a
high speed chase I
ain't pulling over, no I
ain't pulling over, no I
ain't pulling over My dad's 100, plus another fucking hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over Had to swallow my pack, I
ain't put it in my crack when I
seen 'em in my rear view Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you 'Cause I
got bread by the
motherfucking loaf Shorty give head on the
motherfucking low Shorty she was scared so I
kept it on the
low I
had to get some head from my motherfucking folks And she didn't tell nobody, I
stuck it in her motherfucking throat That pussy smell like water, mm, mm, good [Hook:] I
got money just like Pablo I
told my cousin, Gustavo Put a
million dollar cash money in my momma coucho Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I
ain't talking 'bout nachos I
feel like Pablo 'cause I
do this shit for my muchachos I'm a
walking lick, I
know these niggas plotting on me No disrespect but I
got these El Chapo's on me I
hope you ready for war Running the
road down Shooting at all of these niggas No homo, put him in the
birthday suit Take the
drawers off that nigga Hold up, wait, he the
type of nigga talk to twelve Yeah, and call on me nigga He ain't even blood to me, he lame to me I
got a
baby mama, motherfucker sucking me On the
low low, you feel me? Fuck her on the
floor beside her children He don't know even when she tripping Pablo money, sixty million They don't like she fuck with a
nigga like me, you feel me? Who the
fuck put the
red dot on me? Now they all on my tail, but guess what? I
ain't pulling over, nigga I
ain't pulling over, nigga I
ain't pulling over I
ain't pulling over, nigga I
ain't pulling over, nigga I
ain't pulling over My dad's 100, plus another fucking hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you [Hook:] I
got money just like Pablo I
told my cousin, Gustavo Put a
million dollar cash money in my momma coucho Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I
ain't talking 'bout nachos I
feel like Pablo 'cause I
do this shit for my muchachos I'm a
walking lick, I
know these niggas plotting on me No disrespect but I
got these El Chapo's on me I
hope you ready for war I
hope you ready for war