yeah true story so listen i save my money first class i flew i could ve bought a jet but i bought a coupe red carpet with a model bitch you on the red carpet with a prostitute red target on a fuck nigga head i don t shoot if somebody ll do it it s a dead target now a dead man put him in the woods throw him away and lose it up in a hot box heard the cop behind me gotta get away yeah we gotta lose him bass in the trunk turn up my music bass in the trunk talkin bout that toolie hold up wait slow it down i just seen twelve turn around i roll the window down it don t matter we been burnin it down all day all day that s the sound we heard i ain t pulling over took em on a high speed chase i ain t pulling over no i ain t pulling over no i ain t pulling over my dash on 100 plus another fuckin hundred ain t no sense in pulling over had to swallow my pack i ain t put it in my crack when i seen em in my rear view gotta always adapt it don t matter where you at gotta make them niggas feel you cause i got bread by the motherfuckin loaf shorty give head on the motherfuckin low shorty she was scared so i kept it on the low i had to get some head from my motherfuckin folks and she didn t tell nobody i stuck it in her motherfuckin throat that pussy smell like water mm mm good  i got money just like pablo i told my cousin gustavo put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho colombian cheese no mexican i ain t talkin bout nachos i feel like pablo cause i do this shit for my muchachos i m a walking lick i know these niggas plottin on me no disrespect but i got these el chapo s on me i hope you ready for war runnin the road down shooting at all of these niggas no homo put him in the birthday suit take the drawers off that nigga hold up wait he the type of nigga talk to twelve yeah and call on me nigga he ain t even blood to me he lame to me i got a baby mama motherfucker suckin me on the low low you feel me fuck her on the floor beside her children he don t know even when she trippin pablo money sixty million they don t like she fuck with a nigga like me you feel me yeah who the fuck put the red dot on me now they all on my tail but guess what i ain t pulling over nigga i ain t pulling over nigga i ain t pulling over i ain t pulling over nigga i ain t pulling over nigga i ain t pulling over my dash on 100 plus another fuckin hundred ain t no sense in pulling over gotta always adapt it don t matter where you at gotta make them niggas feel you i got money just like pablo i told my cousin gustavo put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho colombian cheese no mexican i ain t talking bout nachos i feel like pablo cause i do this shit for my muchachos i m a walking lick i know these niggas plottin on me no disrespect but i got these el chapo s on me i hope you ready for war i hope you ready for war