"Pablo & Gunner" lyrics

Keep rollin', told me to keep rollin'

A street soldier, funerals before this beef over
Malik Yoba, undercover type that keep notice
Humble as ever when I speak sober
Came with Georgia plates on a beach rover
Rocker's addiction, no less than three sodas

Sweet odor
Smellin' like granny back in the kitchen like who need cola
Trappin' the banny back in position, niggas is sweet soldiers
I'm back for my spot, nigga, your lease over
Hood elected at C&E's, my nigga, the streets voted

Chasin' TD Runners, keep me a scam
Bleed with my man, touchin' more than I can reach with my hand
The fly is severed, it look different when you see me on land
It came in light, it came in dark, recorded Gina and Pam
It went from watching Martin to his coppin' carver
Played the liquor store like we was alcoholics
Know they on us, trap regardless

Hordomatics, packed revolvers, trappin'
Duckin' the black Impala, ain't tryin' to be in the back of the wagon
I'm stashin' my pack and I'm packin' by yonder
Cookin' Madonna, sweatin' a sauna
Lost some weight, but I'm a grinder
Front liner, whenever it's drama, know where to find us
On my mama

See through the bullshit, you can't blind us
Like the horses with the blinders
Came with horses in the 'rari
But you need a fortune just to sign us
Bust here the marijuana
With your bitch, we at Katana
Eatin' steak and fried rice
High Life, this our life

Everything tailored, we're the Tiana
White girl around us, callin' Madonna
White boy, I kill you, that's where the dance
And lean in his casket, dyin' designer
Try to be honest, really don't care if it's not by no commas
I bought both of them bucks like Giannis
These bitch can't swim with piranhas
Nipsey, I'm shinin'

Nipsey, we climbin', I know you proud of your niggas
We bombin', nigga, we rockin', nigga, we rollin'
Shit ain't gon' stop, we takin' it over
Nigga, you ain't a way-ho
The fool and the baby, you pushin' the stroller
Pop, bust, I'm cookin' it over
Veterans here, you rookires, it's over
Yall sit on my shoulders

Gave her some powder, Johnson & Johnson
Took it from Johnson, way off to Compton
Get rich or die trying, theres really no option
I think of Bully when I'm sliding through Bompton
Pablo and Gunnar got so much in common
Talking about Chris, not cause of a thug
I don't need much, show me some love
The homies that died, they still on my conscience

Original kinda shit, shouldn't confess
Niggas put under, it's bigger than critical
Somebody dyin', clutchin' a pole on the side
Duck when the bullets just fly
Duck when the bullets just comin'
Just look at them pussies, they runnin'
Them bullets keep hummin'
Them drummers, they come with a hundred
You niggas ain't bobbin'
They're weavin' the storm when thunder

Yeah!