[Verse 1]
I'm rocking retros with the cargos
I sell so many bricks, I need a barcode
All the vatos in the hood they call me Pablo
Cause I can cook a half a kilo with my eyes closed
I'm in a Lambo' Murcielago
But what's ironic to me is the fact I drive slow
I try to put my dick so deep it touched her tonsils
I'm just an OG in the hood just like your uncle
And I'm sh**tin' on these n***as like a portable potty
And a brand new Bugatti, mixing Sprite in narcotics
Young n***a super co*ky and my verse is melodic
Crazy paint on the Bentley it look like Henn' & Hpnotiq
[Hook]
The b**hes on the stage I'mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I'mma keep sipping
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I'm so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seal and pour a four up
k** that cup and pour some more
[Verse 2]
Cooking dope at Trestle Tree yeah I got the recipe
East Atlanta n***a so I never let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, straight A, new Jeep Cherokee
My new girlfriend is blackanese, and I run with a bunch of thieves
Your baby momma seen me in Lenox and tried to tackle me
I done got so famous, I can't even eat at Applebee's
I don't give a damn 'bout no n***a say he out rapping me
50 pints of drank in the trap, I want a stack a piece
Three naked hoes in the room, they want a stack a piece
It's twenty thousand just so my goons can sip some Ace with me
Two Ferraris parked at my house, who wanna race with me?
Pick a ticket, let's see who wins to have a date with me
It's Gucci
[Hook]