Pablo & Blanco

You know, uh, Pablo and Blanco

El Chapo and Escobar

From the bottom but we took it very far

Old n****s bitching, they going through menopause

Let off some shots, watch them drop, then we spinning off

This money I'm peeling off

Dope in my pocket

I bust down a bracelet and load up this rocket

Slug hit his middle, it opened a mosh pit

I'm plugged with the plug, I can get you exotic

I'm plugged with the plug, shit I feel like a socket

Fresh out the court, see my name in the docket

Give a fuck about they vest, n****s aim at your noggin

Water my neck, should get paid from Dasani

Lil Mami a baddie, she stripped imperfections

Was throwing her legs up in different directions

You not from the way then don't visit my section

It's high level rap when you sit in these sessions

Yeah, I did a bid but I didn't learn my lesson

I still be with killers, a lot of aggression

Put a note on his body that way he could die with a message

Switch up on the family, that's out of the question

It's Pablo and Blanco

Blanco and Pablo

Run down on the whip and get smoked like a Fronto

Slide with a model

She fuck, suck, and swallow

A M worth of game I be feeling like Wallo

I might be in Boston, I might be in Harlem

She kept falling for me, I call that bitch Autumn

Know he might have died, in that moment we caught him

The fuck is you talking, no my kind don't make it that often

We straight to the garden

Kicks on the floor

RIP Pop, I been drippin' Dior

Gravy the seats 'cause I really been eatin'

Pistol is Russian, the whip European

Pablo and Blanco, you'd think its the Narcos

That Bentley all black, did it matte, look like charcoal

I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's

Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow

Dead Pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle

Trying to hide from the cameras, got caught with a model

I talk to God then I talk to Diablo

Won't run out of powder, this Pablo and Blanco

Swerve round these potholes

Wrist is colossal

We slid out a barcode

Cartier shades or I Gucci the goggles

Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils

Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics

Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects

Run up a bag till we die, that's the motto

Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo, gang

Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos

That Bentley all black, did it matte, look like charcoal

I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's

Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow

Dead Pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle

Trying to hide from the cameras, got caught with a model

I talk to God then I talk to Diablo

Won't run out of powder, this Pablo and Blanco

Swerve round these potholes

Wrist is colossal

We slid out a barcode

Cartier shades or I Gucci the goggles

Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils

Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics

Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects

Run up a bag till we die, that's the motto

Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo, gang

Came up selling shit you could shoot in your vein

Pulled up with no flag but they knew I was gang

I pulled up with powder, they knew it was Kane

Got this 8 Series swerving in two different lanes

This shit got lit once Flex and Clue knew my name

He ratted, they blew out his brain

Keep moving this weight, put some blue in the chain

Was popping them Perkys to move through the pain

Pablo and Blanco, you'd think its the Narcos

That Bentley all black, did it matte, look like charcoal

I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's

Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow

Dead Pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle

Trying to hide from the cameras, got caught with a model

I talk to God then I talk to Diablo

Won't run out of powder, this Pablo and Blanco

Swerve round these potholes

Wrist is colossal

We slid out a barcode

Cartier shades or I Gucci the goggles

Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils

Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics

Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects

Run up a bag till we die that's the motto

Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco an Pablo, gang