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• Artiste: Dave East
• Titre: Pablo & Gunner
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Keep rolling, told me to keep rolling, uh 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 peach Rover Why? 'Cause addiction no less than three sodas Sweet odor, smellin' like granny back in the kitchen, like, "Who need Cola?" Trap in the banny back to position, niggas is weak soldiers I'm back for my spot, nigga, your lease over Hood elected and said, "East," my nigga, the streets voted Jakes and T.D. runners, keep me a scam Bleed with my man, touchin' more than I can reach with my hand The flyest ever, it look different when you see me on land It came in light, we came in dark, call it Gina and Pan We went from watchin' Martin to us coppin' carbon Played the liquor store like we was alcoholics Know they on us, trap regardless Automatics, pack revolvers Trappin', duckin' the black Impala Ain't tryna be in the back of the wagon I'm stashin' my pack and I'm back mañana Cookin' Madonna, sweat in 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 that bullshit, you can't blind us like the horses with the blinders Came with horses in the 'Rari, you need a fortune just to sign us Bust here, the marijuana, with your bitch, we at Katana Eatin' steak and fried rice, highlight, this our life Everything tailored, word to Teyana White girl around us, call her Madonna White boy'll kill you, that's word to Dom Celine in his casket, die in designer Tried to be honest, really don't care if it's not 'bout no commas I ball for them bucks like Giannis These fish can't swim, piranhas Nipsey, I'm shinin' Nipsey, we climbin', I know that 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 weight holder, four in the baby, you pushin' a stroller Pot bust, I'm cookin' it over Veterans here, you rookies is over I'm chill on my shoulders Kept us some powder, Johnson & Johnson Took it from Johnson, way up to Compton Get rich or die tryin', not really no option I think of Bully when I slide through Bompton Pablo and Gunner, got so much in common Talkin' 'bout Chris, not 'cause of a dub I don't need much, just show me some love The homies that died, they still on my conscious Original grinder, that shit'll get physical Niggas put under, it's bigger than critical Somebody died, clutchin' the pole on inside Duck when the bullets is flyin' Duck when them bullets is comin' Just look at them pussies, they runnin', them bullets keep hummin' Them drummers, they come with a hundred You niggas ain't bobbin' and weavin', it storm when it thunder Southside, nigga South summer, nigga, yeah