作词 : Radric Davis 作曲 : Radric Davis [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 ***** so deep it touched her tonsils I'm just an OG in the hood just like your uncle And I'm *******ttin' on these *****s like a portable potty And a brand new Bugatti, mixing Sprite in narcotics Young ***** super ****y and my verse is melodic Crazy paint on the Bentley it look like Henn' & Hpnotiq [Hook] The *****es 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 Kill that cup and pour some more [Verse 2] Cooking **** and trust a tree, yeah I got the recipe East Atlanta ***** 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 ***** 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]
作词 : Radric Davis 作曲 : Radric Davis [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 ***** so deep it touched her tonsils I'm just an OG in the hood just like your uncle And I'm *******ttin' on these *****s like a portable potty And a brand new Bugatti, mixing Sprite in narcotics Young ***** super ****y and my verse is melodic Crazy paint on the Bentley it look like Henn' & Hpnotiq [Hook] The *****es 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 Kill that cup and pour some more [Verse 2] Cooking **** and trust a tree, yeah I got the recipe East Atlanta ***** 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 ***** 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]
