Contact

I sit back and roll that doja up, them drugs stay in my system
I told Pablo keep his gun tucked up, I wish he woulda listened
Him and Pedro on them missions, clean a nigga like a some dishes
We ain't duckin' from no smoke, you say it's pressure bring the tension

Say it's smoke then we catch contact
Keep a glock you know it's compact
Filled wit hallows niggas hop back
Bitch on my dick, and you know she gon jock dat
Send the deposit you know Ima rock dat

Pe$o he turning up doing the shows
Tired of the losing I'm setting my goals
Learning my flow, hit the beat I just go
Member was poor, don't want it no more

Ain't doin' no snoozing, gon get to the dough
On the e-way just cruising, the trunk issa bow
My face card is valid, Punn fronted the load
But if I get caught up, bet he know I won't fold

Aye

Ima stick to the code, cuz that's all I know
My brothers they know dat
The .40 don't show dat
You run up I blow dat
Get left wit a toe tag

Aye

And shout out to Lito he bout it
Just leave him alone when he rowdy
He bound to start wildin', them bodies'll pile up, ain't nothin that you can do bout it
He got the Berretta to change up the weather, I'm still against all of the violence
One up ain't no cockin', he sendin' a rocket, you duck if you care bout yo noggin'

Yea it's G Pe$o
Shout out to that 13 Double O
Shout out LitooBandzz
Rest in Peace my brother Pablo
I miss you nigga I swear to God

I sit back and roll that doja up, them drugs stay in my system
I told Pablo keep his gun tucked up, I wish he woulda listened
Him and Pedro on them missions, clean a nigga like a some dishes
We ain't duckin' from no smoke, you say it's pressure bring the tension

Say it's smoke then we catch contact
Keep a glock you know it's compact
Filled wit hallows niggas hop back
Bitch on my dick, and you know she gon jock dat
Send the deposit you know Ima rock dat

Pe$o he turning up doing the shows
Tired of the losing I'm setting my goals
Learning my flow, hit the beat I just go
Member was poor, don't want it no more

Came up from the floor, mama moved to the burbs, cuz the bottom was cold
Ain't chasin' no deal, Ima do it alone
Know I still got my steel, always tuckin' the chrome
Gon get mama a home, a nice house in the hills
Forgiato the wheels, from the R Ima peel

Brodie mama locked up, hope she get that appeal
Cuz niggas be pigeons, and ready to squeal
I'm focused on digits, I want me a mil
Bussin' P's in the kitchen, Punn taught me foreal

Pablo had died, and I never will heal
If you diss on his name, you gon know how I feel
This shit ain't a game, and it won't be the same
Man shout out them Lanez, cuz I know they'll drill
Ain't tuckin' no chains, you know I got aim
You reach you a stain, get popped like a pill bitch

Yea man like I was saying
Swear to God I miss my bro
And ever since I started in this rap shit bro
I been focused like muhhfucka, makin' sure you ain't die in vain

I sit back and roll that doja up, them drugs stay in my system
I told Pablo keep his gun tucked up, I wish he woulda listened
Him and Pedro on them missions, clean a nigga like a some dishes
We ain't duckin' from no smoke, you say it's pressure bring the tension

Say it's smoke then we catch contact
Keep a glock you know it's compact
Filled wit hallows niggas hop back
Bitch on my dick, and you know she gon jock dat
Send the deposit you know Ima rock dat

Pe$o he turning up doing the shows
Tired of the losing I'm setting my goals
Learning my flow, hit the beat I just go
Member was poor, don't want it no more



Credits
Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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