Pablo Escobar

Cee Huncho bitch Yea alright I feel like Pablo Escobar Pay them off get through the border With a thousand bricks of hard With what I made this weekend I can go and buy a couple cars 20k alone spent on syrup I don't f*ck wit' bars This Burberry Lactose intolerant eating ice cream I still drink dairy Hit him couple times in the jaw he need a tooth fairy I could be happy and then get angry my mood varies Yea I got anger issues Lil bitch wanna bless her nose I gave her a tissue I just kicked out of the gun range for misuse Took my white bitch to Panera got her a pick two Yea now she satisfied I just poured a four of unknown potion that's a magic high Bro just dropped a brick in the street he got the addicts high He really came outside without his heat he finna lack and die And now that nigga smoked Dead body startin' to move a lil got the corpse poked I'm weird I might pour a five in a root beer float Hi-Tek syrup same color as Santa's coat Plus the work whiter than Santa's beard Knocked a cop chest plate off he needa regear Ha f*ck yo sixty thousand a year If I could go band for band with my teachers They'd drop tears Explosive diarrhea I be shittin' on my peers Double R so spacious told the bitch I'm over here Rollin' a wood while I press the gas told girly to steer We livin' happily and safe you livin' in fear Ha I just lay back and watch you niggas fail They was movin' bricks of that stuff now they movin' bales How you talkin' bout you up you can't even make a sale I only got three zips I need a quarter bring some pale Blues runnin' through my city comin' down like hail We don't be doin' shit the normal way we run off trails Nine millimeter bullet penetratin' like a nail I like to get my greens in today I ate some kale Shit was almost as nasty as my soda Yea I'm short but I keep the stick on me bitch I'm Yoda Magazine on the AR stretchin' longer than yoga I'm finna try some different pour some lean in a Coca-Cola That's an exotic pop Made a couple hunnid wit' Mike we dropped exotic pops F*ck the .45 and the nine this a .50 glock Take it back 2016 slang I was the drip god My nigga stepped on the work harder than a flip flop She tryna say I punched her in her face but I did not Set em down interrogate my opps this a sitcom Nah this ain't the alcohol section this the drink spot And you can't get in Hunnid round drum but I only put like fifty in Imma still be doggin' hoes even when I'm sixty six I made a bag and then I got out in lickity split