Ceehuncho - Pablo Escobar

Cee Huncho bitch
Yea alright
I feel like Pablo Escobar
Pay them off get through the border
With a thousand bricks of hard
With what I made this weekend
I can go and buy a couple cars
20k alone spent on syrup I don't fuck wit' bars
This Burberry
Lactose intolerant eating ice cream I still drink dairy
Hit him couple times in the jaw he need a tooth fairy
I could be happy and then get angry my mood varies
Yea I got anger issues
Lil bitch wanna bless her nose I gave her a tissue
I just kicked out of the gun range for misuse
Took my white bitch to Panera got her a pick two
Yea now she satisfied
I just poured a four of unknown potion that's a magic high
Bro just dropped a brick in the street he got the addicts high
He really came outside without his heat he finna lack and die
And now that nigga smoked
Dead body startin' to move a lil got the corpse poked
I'm weird I might pour a five in a root beer float
Hi-Tek syrup same color as Santa's coat
Plus the work whiter than Santa's beard
Knocked a cop chest plate off he needa regear
Ha fuck yo sixty thousand a year
If I could go band for band with my teachers
They'd drop tears
Explosive diarrhea I be shittin' on my peers
Double R so spacious told the bitch I'm over here
Rollin' a wood while I press the gas told girly to steer
We livin' happily and safe you livin' in fear
Ha I just lay back and watch you niggas fail
They was movin' bricks of that stuff now they movin' bales
How you talkin' bout you up you can't even make a sale
I only got three zips I need a quarter bring some pale
Blues runnin' through my city comin' down like hail
We don't be doin' shit the normal way we run off trails
Nine millimeter bullet penetratin' like a nail
I like to get my greens in today I ate some kale
Shit was almost as nasty as my soda
Yea I'm short but I keep the stick on me bitch I'm Yoda
Magazine on the AR stretchin' longer than yoga
I'm finna try some different pour some lean in a Coca-Cola
That's an exotic pop
Made a couple hunnid wit' Mike we dropped exotic pops
Fuck the .45 and the nine this a .50 glock
Take it back 2016 slang I was the drip god
My nigga stepped on the work harder than a flip flop
She tryna say I punched her in her face but I did not
Set em down interrogate my opps this a sitcom
Nah this ain't the alcohol section this the drink spot
And you can't get in
Hunnid round drum but I only put like fifty in
Imma still be doggin' hoes even when I'm sixty six
I made a bag and then I got out in lickity split

Written by:
Cee Huncho

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