Cabo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got a bitch out in Cabo, draped her in Fendi
Yeah, yeah, uh, I'm pressure Nigga
Tryna' move on from the streets, but they keep chasin me
All my love ones gone to heaven, seem like to place to be
Remember days when I was broke, can't get to A-Z
Now I got like 15 hoes out here be chasin me
Money is the motivate, I know it, I know it
Got a lot of pain in my heart, but I don't never show it
Plenty times I wanna quit, plenty times thought I was hit
Plenty times I lost focus, I was focusin' on the bitch
Plenty times niggas tried to clown me when they were knowin' that I was it
I put a Rolley on my wrist, they know I'm chosen, I'm so lit
I'm the type to set up my man just like a motherfuckin' pick
I'm they type to keep it humble, cause I really came for shit
I get a bitch out in Cabo, drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
Grinding' hard, just to shine, I bought a Rolley, it my time
My bitch might get a ticket because she fine, fine, fine
Straighten her up, but she out of line, miss all the bros that died
I'll go and sell some bags, I don't give a fuck about these rhymes
I got a plug, out in Cabo, I got bitches out there too
JT, that my twin, we takin' hoes down by the two
My bitch said she like Bottega, had to go buy her a few
I was seein' red, I ain't see green, this shit came up out the blue
Thank God they gave me a chance, I done finally won
I ain't burn my elbow, but I'm walkin' around with these firearms
I was just sellin' these exotic bags, now I'm sellin' songs
Can fly a bitch out to Cabo, if she a real
I get a bitch out in Cabo, drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
Yeah, and I can't ride without that stick, that Just that G in me
Niggas try to play around with this shit, and he gon' be deceased
Young Nigga so litty, I got hoes been tryna freak on me
I can fuck a new bitch everyday, this shit ain't none to me
Wake up I'm sippin wockhardt, still watchin' out for cop cars
Zy so traumatized, where he go, he grip that Glock hard
I told bro to chill everyday, know shit gon' work out
No, I cannot take her on no date, no we can't go out
Real P, groupie of bitches wanna fuck
Cause Bloe put chains on me,
these niggas don't wanna see me
Win they wanna rain on me, I know these niggas wanna stop my shine
But I can't let em', got my foot on niggas neck and I can't let em
I get a bitch out in Cabo, drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
Yeah, yeah, uh, I'm pressure Nigga
Tryna' move on from the streets, but they keep chasin me
All my love ones gone to heaven, seem like to place to be
Remember days when I was broke, can't get to A-Z
Now I got like 15 hoes out here be chasin me
Money is the motivate, I know it, I know it
Got a lot of pain in my heart, but I don't never show it
Plenty times I wanna quit, plenty times thought I was hit
Plenty times I lost focus, I was focusin' on the bitch
Plenty times niggas tried to clown me when they were knowin' that I was it
I put a Rolley on my wrist, they know I'm chosen, I'm so lit
I'm the type to set up my man just like a motherfuckin' pick
I'm they type to keep it humble, cause I really came for shit
I get a bitch out in Cabo, drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
Grinding' hard, just to shine, I bought a Rolley, it my time
My bitch might get a ticket because she fine, fine, fine
Straighten her up, but she out of line, miss all the bros that died
I'll go and sell some bags, I don't give a fuck about these rhymes
I got a plug, out in Cabo, I got bitches out there too
JT, that my twin, we takin' hoes down by the two
My bitch said she like Bottega, had to go buy her a few
I was seein' red, I ain't see green, this shit came up out the blue
Thank God they gave me a chance, I done finally won
I ain't burn my elbow, but I'm walkin' around with these firearms
I was just sellin' these exotic bags, now I'm sellin' songs
Can fly a bitch out to Cabo, if she a real
I get a bitch out in Cabo, drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
Yeah, and I can't ride without that stick, that Just that G in me
Niggas try to play around with this shit, and he gon' be deceased
Young Nigga so litty, I got hoes been tryna freak on me
I can fuck a new bitch everyday, this shit ain't none to me
Wake up I'm sippin wockhardt, still watchin' out for cop cars
Zy so traumatized, where he go, he grip that Glock hard
I told bro to chill everyday, know shit gon' work out
No, I cannot take her on no date, no we can't go out
Real P, groupie of bitches wanna fuck
Cause Bloe put chains on me,
these niggas don't wanna see me
Win they wanna rain on me, I know these niggas wanna stop my shine
But I can't let em', got my foot on niggas neck and I can't let em
I get a bitch out in Cabo, drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
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