Pablo
I'm Moving the weight like i'm Pablo
Keep me a choppa these nig*as is not low
Hop in the rari it's push and it start go
I'm hitting the clutch and it doesn't hit stall tho
Ya chains is fugazy and ya diamonds do not glow
I'm stacking my paper and yours just do not grow
I cook in the kitchen don't get close to my stove
Ohh don't get close to my stove
Yea My fabric expensive and yours is not sewn
I got two watches you know they two tone
My watches is flooded it looking like snow
Yea yea yea
I walk through my city you know that I'm known
You ni*gas be capping and copy my flow
I hold you for ransom
I'm throwing the money you owe
(Graaa Yea)
When I get booked for a show
I'm dripping in style you can see by my toe
Cashed out on dior dior
I'm bringing the thunder like Thor
When I be flexing them suicide doors
I'm pressing the button the engine it roars
When I skrt off that's one up on the board
When I skrt off that's one up on the board
Hold on wait
Shout out my ni*gas who feeling misplaced
I'm from the gutter so I'm feeling the same
Can't trust a bi*ch
Cuss they all just want change
My diamonds is flashing
Just look at the chain
These industry ni*gas just corny they lame
If you try me and gang then im blowing your brain
Yeah I'm blowing your brain
I might hop on a plane I might hop on a jet
(Ouuu)
These niggas is flexing with shit that I get
If you try me and gang
Then we leaving you dead
I ain't playing with you ni*gas
I ain't placing no bets
Yeah I'm shooting all my shots
Got me feeling like a vet
Got me feeling like a vet
YNG
Gang Gang Gang Unity
She feeling my drip
And she feeling my sauce
Cashout at the mall don't care what it cost
I'm stacking my bands these ni*gas be lost
Ya ni*gas don't spin ya ni*gas be soft
Masked up got me feeling like a Taliban
And stop hating on the kid you been a fan
Gotta lay low I'm feeling like I'm Pablo
And they watching my moves
Then they follow
Woah
Ni*gas be fake gotta stay low
I can't fuck with these nigga
Where the real go
YNG the man with the plan
If a ni*ga move funny ima pop like a xan
Play with my money you broke you a dummy
If a ni*ga act funny ima hit him in his head
(Hold on wait)
If my bi*ch act funny ima fu*k with her friend
I'm Moving the weight like i'm Pablo
Keep me a choppa these nig*as is not low
Hop in the rari it's push and it start go
I'm hitting the clutch and it doesn't hit stall tho
Ya chains is fugazy and ya diamonds do not glow
I'm stacking my paper and yours just do not grow
I cook in the kitchen don't get close to my stove
Ohh don't get close to my stove
Keep me a choppa these nig*as is not low
Hop in the rari it's push and it start go
I'm hitting the clutch and it doesn't hit stall tho
Ya chains is fugazy and ya diamonds do not glow
I'm stacking my paper and yours just do not grow
I cook in the kitchen don't get close to my stove
Ohh don't get close to my stove
Yea My fabric expensive and yours is not sewn
I got two watches you know they two tone
My watches is flooded it looking like snow
Yea yea yea
I walk through my city you know that I'm known
You ni*gas be capping and copy my flow
I hold you for ransom
I'm throwing the money you owe
(Graaa Yea)
When I get booked for a show
I'm dripping in style you can see by my toe
Cashed out on dior dior
I'm bringing the thunder like Thor
When I be flexing them suicide doors
I'm pressing the button the engine it roars
When I skrt off that's one up on the board
When I skrt off that's one up on the board
Hold on wait
Shout out my ni*gas who feeling misplaced
I'm from the gutter so I'm feeling the same
Can't trust a bi*ch
Cuss they all just want change
My diamonds is flashing
Just look at the chain
These industry ni*gas just corny they lame
If you try me and gang then im blowing your brain
Yeah I'm blowing your brain
I might hop on a plane I might hop on a jet
(Ouuu)
These niggas is flexing with shit that I get
If you try me and gang
Then we leaving you dead
I ain't playing with you ni*gas
I ain't placing no bets
Yeah I'm shooting all my shots
Got me feeling like a vet
Got me feeling like a vet
YNG
Gang Gang Gang Unity
She feeling my drip
And she feeling my sauce
Cashout at the mall don't care what it cost
I'm stacking my bands these ni*gas be lost
Ya ni*gas don't spin ya ni*gas be soft
Masked up got me feeling like a Taliban
And stop hating on the kid you been a fan
Gotta lay low I'm feeling like I'm Pablo
And they watching my moves
Then they follow
Woah
Ni*gas be fake gotta stay low
I can't fuck with these nigga
Where the real go
YNG the man with the plan
If a ni*ga move funny ima pop like a xan
Play with my money you broke you a dummy
If a ni*ga act funny ima hit him in his head
(Hold on wait)
If my bi*ch act funny ima fu*k with her friend
I'm Moving the weight like i'm Pablo
Keep me a choppa these nig*as is not low
Hop in the rari it's push and it start go
I'm hitting the clutch and it doesn't hit stall tho
Ya chains is fugazy and ya diamonds do not glow
I'm stacking my paper and yours just do not grow
I cook in the kitchen don't get close to my stove
Ohh don't get close to my stove
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Writer(s): Cristian Moreno
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