Don pablo
The Young rap diablo
Get a foreign b**h so wet that she be asking for a poncho
Spitting real sh** with a flow so macho
Steady stackin chips and cheese im making nachos
n***as ride my wave just call me the head honcho
In the pa**enger seat of a whip that's all blanco
Running around Accora wit the og Bayshore vatos
The sh** we be doing got us feeling like were narcos
Man you know I got to, spit that real sh**
My block is the spot where n***as will steal whips and flip bricks
If you soft don't be shook up once you get hit
All we want is money
Do whatever just to get it
Im nothing but a youngin
That'll never start bluffing
I ain't really bout it but my hood stay bumping
These n***as have you finished if you wanna start something
So don't act up if you not finna jump in
Lets get back to me, the young Don
Tryna be on top wit the cheese like parmesian
They hit me up like please bro put me on
I say no fast like the end of Ramadan
Hold up
Still Not a rapper so don't talk when I see ya
Tell you sh** straight up, black or white, zebra
Squad full of dragons, we be steady spitting heat bruh
n***as around here smoke people more then some reefa
Wanna keep yo b**h? Make sure that I neva meet her
Have her moaning Pablo, before she even leave ya
I spit so nice might as well just be a teacher
My n***as will put holes to ya head just like a shisha
If rapping was a cla** I'd be getting straight A's
She make that a** clap, then we started to mate
Smartest in the cla**, yet im still getting lates
U got two jobs but im the one that's getting paid
First name Don who the f** is Walid
Last name pablo forget Torabi
Remember that sh** next time you call me
So much ice on a n***a you could play hockey
Flow stay strong like a mutha f**ing jock, see me
I ride for my n***as, but don't gotta g1
These dudes rapping about guns but they've never seen one
Got yo b**h in my room, making sure that she cum
She be smashing the whole team cause she know that we won
They did some crazy sh** about last weekend
But they were in all black so you didn't see them
Man my bars stay strong they will never weaken
Young rich n***a from the 613
And these b**hes talk sh** but they still want me
Balling hard on dudes call me young Kobe
I swear I listened to every word that my bro told me
I been nice since middle school, everybody know that
My pockets love the cake, that's why they staying so fat
Tired of these fake rappers spitting so wack
Wit a flow so trash, and they bars so bad
They don't know about the come up wanna be broke so bad
Wit the family living of the money of a blue cab
I was so poor it was in my last name
Car hopping every day just to make some fast change
See the haters in the rear view as I start to pa** lanez
Then we pull up to the curb and begin to blast lames
Same young n***a that be Robbin Sobeys
That skinny a** dude who's pockets be obese
Remember when I used to run away from police
Wit Edali, Tony and my n***a Barhomie
Pull up to the curb see the family how you been
Grab some bad b**hes and f** em like Johnny Sins
L not in our alphabet My n***a only wins
We roll up to flex with our eyes on Jeremy Lin
Im shooting em from deep cause I got the good range
Whole squad take the fall, no matter who they blame
Have the granite counters, remember the wood grain
She failing all her cla**es but she got the good brain
My bars be so hot, compare them to blue flame, Scoring b**hes cause im sick, Jordan in the flue game
The clan be on the hunt for cream
We ain't no wutang
Walid and pablo different people like Batman and Bruce wayne
Man im off this sh**
Im tryna go back home and just spark get lit
Girl keep hitting up my phone im gunna block this b**h
Boutta put on narcos and just watch this sh**
Gunna spark get lit
Then ima put on narcos and just watch this sh**