Cabo ft. Lil Darius Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got a bitch out in Cabo , draped her in Fendi

Yeah, yeah, uh, I'm pressure Nigga

Tryna' move on from the streets, but they keep chasin me

All my love ones gone to heaven , seem like to place to be

Remember days when I was broke, can't get to A-Z

Now I got like 15 hoes out here be chasin me

Money is the motivate, I know it, I know it

Got a lot of pain in my heart, but I don't never show it

Plenty times I wanna quit, plenty times thought I was hit

Plenty times I lost focus, I was focusin' on the bitch

Plenty times niggas tried to clown me when they were knowin' that I was it

I put a Rolley on my wrist, they know I'm chosen, I'm so lit

I'm the type to set up my man just like a motherfuckin' pick

I'm they type to keep it humble, cause I really came for shit

I get a bitch out in Cabo , drape her in Fendi

And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty

And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me

But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD

And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B

These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B

Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me

Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET

Grinding' hard, just to shine, I bought a Rolley, it my time

My bitch might get a ticket because she fine, fine, fine

Straighten her up, but she out of line, miss all the bros that died

I'll go and sell some bags, I don't give a fuck about these rhymes

I got a plug, out in Cabo, I got bitches out there too

JT, that my twin, we takin' hoes down by the two

My bitch said she like Bottega, had to go buy her a few

I was seein' red, I ain't see green, this shit came up out the blue

Thank God they gave me a chance, I done finally won

I ain't burn my elbow, but I'm walkin' around with these firearms

I was just sellin' these exotic bags, now I'm sellin' songs

Can fly a bitch out to Cabo, if she a real

I get a bitch out in Cabo , drape her in Fendi

And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty

And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me

But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD

And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B

These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B

Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me

Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET

Yeah, and I can't ride without that stick, that Just that G in me

Niggas try to play around with this shit, and he gon' be deceased

Young Nigga so litty, I got hoes been tryna freak on me

I can fuck a new bitch everyday, this shit ain't none to me

Wake up I'm sippin wockhardt, still watchin' out for cop cars

Zy so traumatized, where he go , he grip that Glock hard

I told bro to chill everyday, know shit gon' work out

No, I cannot take her on no date, no we can't go out

Real P, groupie of bitches wanna fuck

Cause Bloe put chains on me,

these niggas don't wanna see me

Win they wanna rain on me, I know these niggas wanna stop my shine

But I can't let em', got my foot on niggas neck and I can't let em

I get a bitch out in Cabo , drape her in Fendi

And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty

And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me

But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD

And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B

These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B

Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me

Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET