Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Performer
Millyz
Millyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Composer
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rasool
Rasool
Producer

Lyrics

You know, uh, Pablo and Blanco El Chapo and Escobar From the bottom but we took it very far Oh, niggas bitching, they going through menopause Let off some shots, watch them drop then we spinning off This money I'm peeling off Dope in my pocket I bust down a bracelet and load up this rocket Slug hit his middle and opened a mosh pit I'm plugged with the plug, I can get you exotic I'm plugged with the plug, shit I feel like a socket Fresh out the court, see my name on the docket Give a fuck about the vest niggas, aim at your noggin Water my neck, should get paid by Dasani Lil' mami a baddie, she stripped in perfections Was throwing her legs up in different directions You not from the way then don't visit my section It's high level rap when you sit in these sessions Yeah, I did a bid but I didn't learn my lesson I still be with killers, a lot of aggression Put a note on his body, that way he could die with a message Switch up on the family, that's out of the question It's Pablo and Blanco Blanco and Pablo Run down on the whip and get smoked like a fronto Slide with a model She fuck, suck, and swallow A M worth of game, I be feeling like wallo I might be in Boston, I might be in Harlem She kept falling for me, I call that bitch autumn Know he might have died in that moment we caught him The fuck is you talking? Oh, my kind don't make it that often We straight to the garden Kicks on the floor R.I.P. Pop, I been dripped in Dior Gravy the seats 'cause I really been eatin' Pistol is Russian, the whip European Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos That Bentley all black, did it, may look like charcoal I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model I talk to God then I talk to Diablo Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco Swear 'round these potholes Wrist is colossal We slid out of barcode Cartier shades or a Gucci the goggles Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos That Bentley all black, did it, may look like charcoal I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model I talk to God then I talk to Diablo Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco Swear 'round these potholes Wrist is colossal We slid out of barcode Cartier shades or a Gucci the goggles Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo Came up selling shit you could shoot in your veins Pulled up with no flag but they knew I was gang I pulled up with powder, they knew it was 'caine Got this eight series swerving in two different lanes This shit got lit, once Flex and Clue knew my name He ratted, they blew out his brain Keep moving this weight, put some blue in the chain Was popping them Perkys to move through the pain Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos That Bentley all black, did it, may look like charcoal I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model I talk to God then I talk to Diablo Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco Swear 'round these potholes Wrist is colossal We slid out of barcode Cartier shades or a Gucci the goggles Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo Gang
Writer(s): David Brewster, Myles Hadley Lockwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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