Pablo: Intro (RUFF)

[INTRO:]
*Heavy rain fall*
(Phone is calling)

[VERSE:]
Used to make 20 a day
Then I made 60 and flipped
Fuck on your bitch and your bitch
That was before I got rich
This my last year being broke
Gettin' too cozy to smoke
Winter that shit on my schedule
All my deliveries medical
All of my bitches ain’t regular
Niggas is bitches, that’s regular
Vino just hit up my cellular
Told him ain’t no one ahead of us
God damn
Light the blunt with the Ray Bans
Koby and Crash 'bout to crash the lamb
Too many gats and traffic jams
Forget about niggas that’s hating on niggas 'cause they ain’t with us and them niggas mad
Show up with hitters to smoke and drink liquor and fuck with some bitches 'cause they lookin bad
Ricky my nigga, I'll never forget him, he told me he got me whenever I fell
Jesus my nigga, I said that we poppin' and we gon' be rich only time could tell
I smoke a ocho and stepped in my crib and momma said "Coño, you reakin' too much"
Dreamin' too much, ain’t sleeping enough, in Riverside leaning got weed in my cup, yeah
Ever since my nigga died
I been on shit with my guys
I been living better than before
No more sleeping on the floor
No sharing beds with my aunt
Polo, Louie, and Saint Laurent
No arguing over water
No fistfights with my father
Need 3 cribs for my daughter
Real kings are never bothered
Drink codeine when I’m down
Fuck your block, you a clown
Wow, you niggas is pussy, you smokin some pookie, can’t touch on my Louie at all
We makin' a movie, they love me like Tookie, I might as well move to the mall
We get the call, we bounce like a ball
Can’t trust you at all duke
Blow smoke on my kitchen flow
Ain’t my fault that you missing hoes
Ain’t my fault that I’m that guy
Putting on my allies
Rocking niggas like Popeyes
3 pieces like Popeyes, (Yeah)
Fu-Fuck her in a 5 Star suite
Know these fuckin' blunts ain’t cheap
Bitches calling, I don’t wanna speak

[OUTRO:]
*Phone calling*
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