Hook: (x2)
The bitches on the stage I’mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I’mma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I’m so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.

I’m walking retros with the cargos
I sip so many drinks, I need a bar code
All the vatos in the hood they call me Pablo
Cause I can cook a half a kilo with my eyes closed.
I’m in my Lambo Murcielago
But what’s ironic to me is the fact I drive slow.
I try to put my dick so deep and touch your torsos,
I’m just an og in the hood just like your uncle.
And I shit on these niggas like a portable party
And a brand new Bugatti makes us ride in narcotics.
Young nigga super cocky and my verse is...
Crazy paint on the... That look like henna hypnotic.

Hook: (x2)
The bitches on the stage I’mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I'mma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I’m so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.

Cooking dope and trust a tree, here I got the receipt
You’re still on niggas, so I never let you handle me.
Hotter than a candle... Cherokee
My new girlfriend is blackanese, and I run with a bunch of thieves.
Your baby momma send me in Lenox and tried to tackle me
I didn’t got so famous, I can’t even eat that Applebee’s
I don’t give a damn about no nigga say he outrapping
... Drink in the truck, I want a stack a piece
Three nigga hoes in the room, they wanna stack a piece
It’s one hundred thousand just on my goons, come sip some ice with me
Two Ferraries parked on my house, who wanna race with me?
Pick the ticket, let’s see who wins to have a day with me?
(It’s Gucci!)

Hook: (x2)
The bitches on the stage I’mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I’mma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I’m so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.