Pablo lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, true story, so listen

[Verse 1]
I save my money
First class I flew
I could've bought a jet
But I bought a coupe
Red carpet with a model b*tch
You on the red carpet with a prostitute
Red target on a f*ck n*gga head
I don't shoot if somebody'll do it
It's a dead target, now a dead man
Put him in the woods, throw him away and lose it
Up in a hot box, heard the cop behind me
Gotta get away, yeah we gotta lose him
Bass in the trunk, turn up my music
Bass in the trunk, talkin' 'bout that toolie
Hold up, wait, slow it down
I just seen twelve, turn around
I roll the window down
It don't matter, we been burnin' it down, all day, all day
(Woo woo) That's the sound we heard
I ain't pulling over, took 'em on a high speed chase
I ain't pulling over, no I ain't pulling over, no I ain't pulling over
My dash on 100, plus another f*ckin' hundred
Ain't no sense in pulling over
Had to swallow my pack
I ain't put it in my crack when I seen 'em in my rear view
Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at
Gotta make them n*ggas feel you
‘Cause I got bread by the motherf*ckin' loaf
Shorty give head on the motherf*ckin' low
Shorty she was scared so I kept it on the low
I had to get some head from my motherf*ckin' folks
And she didn't tell nobody, I stuck it in her motherf*ckin' throat
That pus*y smell like water, mm, mm, good
[Hook]
I got money just like Pablo
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho
Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain't talkin' 'bout nachos
I feel like Pablo ‘cause I do this sh*t for my muchachos
I'm a walking lick, I know these n*ggas plottin' on me
No disrespect but I got these El Chapo's on me
I hope you ready for war

[Verse 2]
Runnin' the road down, shooting at all of these n*ggas
No homo, put him in the birthday suit
Take the drawers off that n*gga
Hold up, wait, he the type of n*gga talk to twelve
Yeah, and call on me n*gga
He ain't even blood to me, he lame to me
I got a baby mama, motherf*cker suckin' me
On the low low, you feel me?
f*ck her on the floor beside her children
He don't know even when she trippin'
Pablo money, sixty million
They don't like she f*ck with a n*gga like me, you feel me? Yeah
Who the f*ck put the red dot on me?
Now they all on my tail, but guess what?
I ain't pulling over, n*gga I ain't pulling over
n*gga I ain't pulling over
I ain't pulling over, n*gga I ain't pulling over
n*gga I ain't pulling over
My dash on 100, plus another f*ckin' hundred
Ain't no sense in pulling over
Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at
Gotta make them n*ggas feel you
[Hook]
I got money just like Pablo
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho
Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain't talking 'bout nachos
I feel like Pablo ‘cause I do this sh*t for my muchachos
I'm a walking lick, I know these n*ggas plottin' on me
No disrespect but I got these El Chapo's on me
I hope you ready for war
I hope you ready for war