None - Young Don lyrics

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**