pacquiao (feat. xtsy*)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Woah, woah, woah

Gas hit like Pacquiao

Ass fat I'll smack it down

I'm in that Tracky now

Choppa make a rocket blow

I'm a big stepper baby

Do not get caught out of bounds

Posted in London baby

Over here, we counting pounds

My girl roll all my weed

Oh yeah, she keep it P

Oh yeah, that's my lil B

B-A-B-Y, my baby

Fuck her then she smd

I OD on T-O-P

Girl, I'm rich as you can see

You and money, all I need

You and money, all I need

Like, okay, I'm a baller

I make racks appear like walla

When I'm boolin with my shottas

They're like, you ain't got no kids

So what's up in them baby bottles

Lil bro, that's not your problem

Unless you wanna try and solve em

I've been drunk, I've been high, I've been all that

My old bitches hit me, you won't ever get a call back

Five percent tint on the Wraith, now it's all black

I can't trust a soul, everything I hear is all cap

Aye, I think I get it

Let's go, I said I'm not the one to play with

But don't go and get retros

My ears are to the wall

They say S-S-X when they see me

No poster on they wall, but I know that they wanna be me

My bad, if your girl was watching

Ooh, Ooh, won't get past 12 rotations, stop it

I gotta really hint of swag, cuz these labels watching

I started freaking in the back, it look like Notti boppin

Gas hit like Pacquiao

Ass fat I'll smack it down

I'm in that Tracky now

Choppa make a rocket blow

I'm a big stepper baby

Do not get caught out of bounds

Posted in London baby

Over here, we counting pounds

My girl roll all my weed

Oh yeah, she keep it P

Oh yeah, that's my lil B

B-A-B-Y, my baby

Fuck her then she smd

I OD on T-O-P

Girl, I'm rich as you can see

You and money, all I need

You and money, all I need

You and money, all I need