Say Cheese

[Intro]
(Pablo, you so raw)
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse]
Supreme tee, Off-White Jordans, I look expensive
I need an old bitch to suck my dick while using dentures
I found an easy way to make some pape', I used the kitchen
I dropped a song in seventeen minutes, Lou the witness
Her pussy wet, but suckin' dick lil' baby true addiction
I'm pimpin' too, bring me a hundred K and you can hit it
Shot the K so much that bitch broke, I gotta fix it
It don't get wet no more, I think her pussy broke, she gotta fix it
My verse equivalent to an eight of Wocky
Hard-headed, I tried to fit a twelve in a baby bottle
I ain't got no kids, but still got like three baby mamas
Oh, she ain't got shit to wear to school? That's the baby problem
I just picked a pint of red up from [?][0:37]
Thuggin' off the WiFi box, ain't no cable problems
Even on a slow-ass day, I can make a thousand
I told the bank give me all dubs, but I hate to count 'em
When I make it off the rap, my whole family is set
Mad as hell 'cause I couldn't find no Bally in the 'Set
Lou walk around with somethin' worth a Chally on his neck
Hit your crib for the 'bows and rob your daddy for the rest
Carbine-kit Glock with the ladder, I'll step
Baby K with the drum, took the laughter out his breath
When I say that "Bitch" word, she took her panties off herself
Yeah, I fucked the lil' bitch, then took her granny out for help
Peach Crush filled with a three of trizz
Unc' can pop anything for me, he need his fix
Palm Angel bomber jacket on with the cheetah print
I'm finna call Lou for a deuce, he keep a six
The plug pulled up with a four of Act, well, I'm keepin' it
I caught my ho stealin' out my stash, I beat the bitch
Sold dog a six of Morton Grove, but three was hit
Lookin' for the opps, he went to hidin', got his people hit
Okay, bitch pussy wet, it taste good like baked beans
B told C that they ain't fuckin' with the A-team
Damn, her pussy tighter than a bitch, she only eighteen
Damn, I was cheatin' on my bitch, now I'm on SayCheese
Flight attendant asked me what I drink, I said, "An eight, please"
My back against the wall gettin' head, she got great knees
Backwood connected with a Swisher, free [?][1:40]
Last night was unforgettable, bitch, I'm Swae Lee
We did a show, then got to bussin' at the YGA
Out of town sippin' on some drank where you can find me at
Shout out to them 448 boys down in Pontiac
It's fucked up, I wrote Keri Hilson, but she ain't write me back
Hmm, I ain't trippin', though
My new bitch pussy get wet when the pistol blow
Paid eight hundred for a zip of Red Riddlz, ho
Hit her with a leg, now the bitch walkin' pigeon-toed