Pablo Escobar Lyrics

Cee Huncho bitch

Yea alright

I feel like Pablo Escobar

Pay them off get through the border

With a thousand bricks of hard

With what I made this weekend

I can go and buy a couple cars

20k alone spent on syrup I don't fuck wit' bars

This Burberry

Lactose intolerant eating ice cream I still drink dairy

Hit him couple times in the jaw he need a tooth fairy

I could be happy and then get angry my mood varies

Yea I got anger issues

Lil bitch wanna bless her nose I gave her a tissue

I just kicked out of the gun range for misuse

Took my white bitch to Panera got her a pick two

Yea now she satisfied

I just poured a four of unknown potion that's a magic high

Bro just dropped a brick in the street he got the addicts high

He really came outside without his heat he finna lack and die

And now that nigga smoked

Dead body startin' to move a lil got the corpse poked

I'm weird I might pour a five in a root beer float

Hi-Tek syrup same color as Santa's coat

Plus the work whiter than Santa's beard

Knocked a cop chest plate off he needa regear

Ha fuck yo sixty thousand a year

If I could go band for band with my teachers

They'd drop tears

Explosive diarrhea I be shittin' on my peers

Double R so spacious told the bitch I'm over here

Rollin' a wood while I press the gas told girly to steer

We livin' happily and safe you livin' in fear

Ha I just lay back and watch you niggas fail

They was movin' bricks of that stuff now they movin' bales

How you talkin' bout you up you can't even make a sale

I only got three zips I need a quarter bring some pale

Blues runnin' through my city comin' down like hail

We don't be doin' shit the normal way we run off trails

Nine millimeter bullet penetratin' like a nail

I like to get my greens in today I ate some kale

Shit was almost as nasty as my soda

Yea I'm short but I keep the stick on me bitch I'm Yoda

Magazine on the AR stretchin' longer than yoga

I'm finna try some different pour some lean in a Coca-Cola

That's an exotic pop

Made a couple hunnid wit' Mike we dropped exotic pops

Fuck the .45 and the nine this a .50 glock

Take it back 2016 slang I was the drip god

My nigga stepped on the work harder than a flip flop

She tryna say I punched her in her face but I did not

Set em down interrogate my opps this a sitcom

Nah this ain't the alcohol section this the drink spot

And you can't get in

Hunnid round drum but I only put like fifty in

Imma still be doggin' hoes even when I'm sixty six

I made a bag and then I got out in lickity split