Pablo & Gunner

Keep rollin', told me to keep rollin', 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, trappin' the banny back in position Niggas is weak soldiers I'm back for my spot, nigga, your lease over Hood elected the C and East, my nigga, the streets voted Chasin' TD 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, it came in dark, call it Gina and Pam It went from watching Martin to us coppin' carver Played the liquor store like we was alcoholics Know they on us, trap regardless Automatics, packed revolvers, trappin' Duckin' the black Impala Ain't tryin' to be in the back of the wagon I'm stashin' my pack and I'm packin' by yonder Cookin' Madonna, sweatin' a sauna Lost some weight, but I'm a grinder Frontliner, whenever it's drama Know where to find us, on my mama See through the 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 High Life, this our life Everything tailored, word to Teyana White girl around us, call it Madonna White boy'll you, that's word to Dolla Celine in his casket, die in designer Try to be honest, really don't care if it's not 'bout no commas I'm all for them bucks like Giannis These bitch can't swim with piranhas, Nipsey, I'm shinin' Nipsey, we climbin', I know 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 ain't no weight The fool and the baby, you pushin' the stroller Pop, bust, I'm cookin' it over Veterans here, you rookies is over, sit on my shoulders Kept her some powder, Johnson & Johnson Took it from Johnson, way up to Compton Get rich or die trying, not really no option I think of Bully when I slide through Bompton Pablo and Gunner got so much in common Talking about Chris, not 'cause of a thug I don't need much, show me some love The homies that died, they still on my conscience Original gunner, shit'll get physical Niggas put under, it's bigger than critical Somebody dyin', clutchin' a pole on the side Duck when the bullets is fly Duck when the 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' the storm when I thunder It's ours, niggas It's our summer nigga, yeah