[Intro]
(Pablo, you so raw)
Bitch
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse]
Up the Glock, make you stop, what you 'bout to say?
Red tips in my AR, I brought it out today
Four of Wock' and two Perc' 30s, I can't concentrate
I need to stop drinking lean, that's what the doctor say
Hey, did the option change?
Drunk a deuce of Tris raw, used the pop to chase
PLR my bae, but I love when that chopper sing
You cannot fuck her for free, we are not the same
I think I fell in love with counting blue strips
I swear the pussy let me right in, she had some loose lips
I bust a nut, then order up some steak bites from Ruth's Chris
You ain't drinking real lean, boy, that juice hit
Re-rock the packs I bought online, they only two cents
Rolex diamonds in lil' brodie watch, he got a blue wrist
I shoved my dick down the bitch throat, she like, "Ooh, shit"
I bet you can't make a hundred off of two flips
I bet you I can make eight hundred less than thirty days
All you gotta do is make ten thousand different thirty ways
I'm burnt out, I started having sex at an early age
She liked girls, I put that dick on her, made girly change
Hey, now the bitch dick-notized
You with them or you with us? Nigga, pick a side
He took a bag and tried to pull off, got his engine fried
Then I jump fresher than a bitch, I'm pigeon fly
I don't really know dawg like that, he get the Fisher-Price
Cali plug trying to meet up, I gotta pick a flight
Fuck a razor blade, I cut the dope with a kitchen knife
I'm doing good, but you'll never know how I feel inside
Hey, I was fucked up
I finally found something I'm good at to get my bucks up
P told me to rap and every since, I've been up up
I started with a zip and now them loads come in dump trucks
My nigga D Smart be on tip and he'll whack you for me
I remember hoes use to laugh when I was lacking money
Now I hit the road and blow a bag on some Act' or something
Them same hoes trying to throw the pussy, but I'm acting funny
Nah, you can't get shit from me, bitch, I'm the catch
I talk spicy, when it comes to bars, I feel like I'm the best
Stuffed a lot of blues in a Trojan, made the condom stretch
My bitch like to fuck me off Percs, we had the wildest sex
In a different bag, when I speak, I know the hood love it
Weed out the real from the fake, I got a good judgement
Running out, I'm finna press the doc', "When the juice come in?"
I think I fucked up my dick, it hurt when the tool busting
I don't know what I be thinking, need a brain check
I had a date, but money on the floor, I took a rain check
I sold him cut, he thought the shit was real with his lame ass
Foot on the pedal, but I cannot stop, I need brake pads
Benji hit my line last week, he told me, "Keep pressing"
Let me call D Money for some weed, that nigga keep pressure
He didn't answer, I could call Eight, but it's gon' be extra
Eight hour shift in that booth, fucked up my sleep schedule
Ayy, I really be up for days
A nigga raise his voice up at me, I up the K
This bitch pulled up bleeding out her pussy, I fucked her face
Finna quit the lean, I payed four hundred for a one of drank
I'm fiended out, but it's okay, I can afford to do it
Let me see the pop, I never measure when I pour into it
Make your bitch hit a high note, we make gorgeous music
Plug hit my line personally 'cause my order stupid
(Pablo, you so raw)
Bitch
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse]
Up the Glock, make you stop, what you 'bout to say?
Red tips in my AR, I brought it out today
Four of Wock' and two Perc' 30s, I can't concentrate
I need to stop drinking lean, that's what the doctor say
Hey, did the option change?
Drunk a deuce of Tris raw, used the pop to chase
PLR my bae, but I love when that chopper sing
You cannot fuck her for free, we are not the same
I think I fell in love with counting blue strips
I swear the pussy let me right in, she had some loose lips
I bust a nut, then order up some steak bites from Ruth's Chris
You ain't drinking real lean, boy, that juice hit
Re-rock the packs I bought online, they only two cents
Rolex diamonds in lil' brodie watch, he got a blue wrist
I shoved my dick down the bitch throat, she like, "Ooh, shit"
I bet you can't make a hundred off of two flips
I bet you I can make eight hundred less than thirty days
All you gotta do is make ten thousand different thirty ways
I'm burnt out, I started having sex at an early age
She liked girls, I put that dick on her, made girly change
Hey, now the bitch dick-notized
You with them or you with us? Nigga, pick a side
He took a bag and tried to pull off, got his engine fried
Then I jump fresher than a bitch, I'm pigeon fly
I don't really know dawg like that, he get the Fisher-Price
Cali plug trying to meet up, I gotta pick a flight
Fuck a razor blade, I cut the dope with a kitchen knife
I'm doing good, but you'll never know how I feel inside
Hey, I was fucked up
I finally found something I'm good at to get my bucks up
P told me to rap and every since, I've been up up
I started with a zip and now them loads come in dump trucks
My nigga D Smart be on tip and he'll whack you for me
I remember hoes use to laugh when I was lacking money
Now I hit the road and blow a bag on some Act' or something
Them same hoes trying to throw the pussy, but I'm acting funny
Nah, you can't get shit from me, bitch, I'm the catch
I talk spicy, when it comes to bars, I feel like I'm the best
Stuffed a lot of blues in a Trojan, made the condom stretch
My bitch like to fuck me off Percs, we had the wildest sex
In a different bag, when I speak, I know the hood love it
Weed out the real from the fake, I got a good judgement
Running out, I'm finna press the doc', "When the juice come in?"
I think I fucked up my dick, it hurt when the tool busting
I don't know what I be thinking, need a brain check
I had a date, but money on the floor, I took a rain check
I sold him cut, he thought the shit was real with his lame ass
Foot on the pedal, but I cannot stop, I need brake pads
Benji hit my line last week, he told me, "Keep pressing"
Let me call D Money for some weed, that nigga keep pressure
He didn't answer, I could call Eight, but it's gon' be extra
Eight hour shift in that booth, fucked up my sleep schedule
Ayy, I really be up for days
A nigga raise his voice up at me, I up the K
This bitch pulled up bleeding out her pussy, I fucked her face
Finna quit the lean, I payed four hundred for a one of drank
I'm fiended out, but it's okay, I can afford to do it
Let me see the pop, I never measure when I pour into it
Make your bitch hit a high note, we make gorgeous music
Plug hit my line personally 'cause my order stupid
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