[Intro]
What up, Pablo?
(His name's Pablo)
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a (Bitch, Come On P)

[Verse]
Hey, I got a bad heart
Bro got some Wock', I'm pourin' red out the glass jar
Make your bitch beg to give me head in a fast car
Shoot OT to bring some 'bows back, I gotta pack smart
Bullets whistle past n***as' head, sound like a 'Cat comin'
Full-time rapper, I put the dope on the back burner
Girly steady fuckin' on them bums, now she back burnin'
Thirty shots out that Glock, boy, I got a wack jumper
Damn, I bet I pop somethin'
The weed I'm smokin' on, I swear it's louder than a Glock dumpin'
Pop a Perc' and fuck my bitch face, I see snot runnin'
I know the fans waitin' on me to drop, I got a lot comin'
Ghetto Boy shit, n***a, I'm a real 6 baby
Made my uncle lay the foundation, he a bricklayer
Brodie steady playin' with that dog, he a pit maker
Cali plug sent a lot of shit, you could pick a flavor
Cookie, Runtz, or exotic, which one you like?
Told my mama we gon' be rich, she like, "Son, you right"
Guaranteed to knock a n***a out, he let me punch him twice
I'ma get this bitch pregnant if she let me fuck tonight
Leave the bitch soon as the baby drop, I don't give two fucks
She nasty like a lame n***a givin' out the poo touch
My daddy keep a basketball around, but he don't hoop much
Hit a n***a block with three K's like the Ku Klux
But I ain't racist, though
Head-hunter suckin' dick all night, she got face control
But I could never stick my dick in her, she got Payless on
Let my granny hit the 'Wood once, she like, "Wait, that's strong"
Cut the stock off the long K, now it's a baby Drac'
Girly know the way to my heart, this bitch made me steak
Grandaddy still pimpin' bitches, he eighty-eight
Codeine had me in a headlock, I made a great escape
20K in dubs take up space, I'ma switch to blues
All my n***as fresh and got money, bitch, pick and choose
This gun I got'll turn your head into pickle juice
My auntie get high around her daughter, now she sniffin' too
Now that's a damn shame
We made it on our own, nobody gave us a damn thing
I never scammed, but I can up them racks like I'm BandGang
Five-seveN hit his kneecap, broke his hamstring
Fifty cal cost 'bout ten racks, I'm 'bout to drop one, fuck it
I'm the same n***a from last year, just with a lot more money
I'm the cleanest fat n***a round, but my pop so muddy
Fuck, I'm tryna flip a brick, I need a lot more junkies
Pandemic got the drugs hot, so I'ma stick to rappin'
Caught dog layin' with his bitch and I flipped the mattress
Bally, Burberry, Balenciaga, I'm mixin' fashion
I'm good at throwin' hands, but still'll give a n***a pistol action
I'm just tellin' y'all my life and how I'm really livin'
Eight ninety-five for my belt, this bitch B.B. Simon
Limo tint on every whip I'm in, you can't see who in it
I was tryna tell y'all for the longest, now they see who winnin'
Bitch, check the accolades
I'm from Flint, but I be in the Yak like a backwards K
Street n***a, finna buy a house out where my pastor stay
I'll pass out a free gram before I pass the Drac'
[Outro]
(His name's Pablo)
(Come On P)