ESCOBAR lyrics

[Verse: untiljapan & Diorvsyou]
Yeah (Yeah, skee, yeah)
Stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch, pushin’ that pus*y it’s push start (Pushing that)
I gave these n*ggas a head start though
This b*tch sucking this di*k, make her head get low
I'm in this bih with Dior, we just counting the O
I can't count on a b*tch, I can't count on a ho
On the counter, I f*ck her, I give her the throat
Every time I count to ten, you need to bring dough
Every time I pop her friend, this b*tch already going
She popped an Xan, this ho just snoring
Popped a can of sprite to pour the four
Popped the Benz yeah, damn near popped a fan, he tweaking at the show
f*ck these ****, I'm popping cash like never before
She want Chanel, this b*tch too naughty, give her Kohl’s
Sparking this gas in the snow I was tryna get geeked, damn near caught a cold, passed the ho
I ain't attached to her, I'mma let my brother hold her (Hoo)
Hit the b*tch up quick to pass that the b*tch like Pac
Ain't tryna make you sick, I'm just showing you how we live b*tch, living large
Tryna have a ten car garage
Tryna have cars on cars, I gotta move pack out far
Tryna move packs from the west to the east-side, mailing this sh*t, I'm like Escobar
She like, "Young n*gga I love you, you got them bars, you gotta take me to mars"
b*tch, is you crazy? I swear to God I was gone, I don't even know where you're from
I don't even know why they talking, I don't even know what they want, beat on the drum
This b*tch annoying but I gotta give it to her, I just love when she use her tongue
n*gga make some money, n*gga went and did his one
I gotta stop f*cking with these broke b*tches, gotta stop talking to these bums
I gotta stop f*cking with these broke b*tches, gotta stop talking just for fun
b*tch, I hurt n*ggas, don't be speaking on me, if you do, you gotta keep a gun, ho (Hol' up, hol' on, hol' up, yeah)
[Verse: Diorvsyou & untiljapan]
Where the guns when you thought "Oughta slay"?
Free my ho and I nut on they face (Oh yeah)
I done blown, thought I was a disgrace to them
To you, to them too, to him-him-him, my dad too
I f*cked her on film, yeah I had to (Yeah)
In this fast lane, they tryna catch you
'Bout to nut on her, look like a cashew (Whoa)
Look at my wrist and my tattoos (Whoa)
Take one of these, this my last few
Take my last out, you might crash dude
Your new b*tch ain't knowing my last move, or none of my last two (Yeah, yeah)
She just wanted sex, but baby, I just want the cash too
We talking 'bout sex, lil n*gga can't wait till I catch you
I play with her breasts, she like, "I knew we'd have sex when I met you"
She's like, "Baby boy, I knew we would f*ck when I met you"
I ain't tryna play with her, I didn't even send her a text