Cartel

Yeah!
I might ball out
Full court
Bad little bitch from the start
I gotta' get me a cart
Need a Ferrari
A matte, black car
I feel like a God
She loves to ride
But I need a push to start
Ah
Pushing me down to succeed
Did you need me?
Everyone, now, way to busy thievin'
I’m coming down
Don’t say it if you don’t mean it
Look at me, now
My heart cold like a demon
(Okay!)
She just sucked my life
So I took her life
Made her go night-night
Now, she gon' sleep tight
PABLO do you right
Never do him wrong
PABLO on the mic
PABLO on this song
Told that bitch that
We don’t get along
Why’d this snitch cap
Sucking on my dong?
Fuck your sitcoms
I’m real TV
Fuck all your moms
They want my D
I can’t be caught
Out here lacking
I’m always on
I nevr sleep
Yeah!
I can’t die with this power!
Woah!
So aliv; fuck a downer!
Bubble butt
Taste like chowder
Rubbed my nuts
Then devoured
I’m a slut
For the hour
Hit her gut
Then her schnauzer
Yeah!
I might ball out
Full court
Bad little bitch from the start
I gotta' get me a cart
Need a Ferrari
A matte, black car
I feel like a God
She loves to ride
But I need a push to start
Ah
Pushing me down to succeed
Did you need me?
Everyone, now, way to busy thievin'
I’m coming down
Don’t say it if you don’t mean it
Look at me, now
My heart cold like a demon
(Okay!)
He had a wig
And I split it
I copped a brick
And I flip it
I stay in the kitchen
I tell him business is business
Tint on the windows
This whip is not rented
Don’t fuck with kids
I’m not kiddin'
Treat me with respect
You know how I run through my city
Bitch, I’m a pimp and a hustler
Keep two hoes by my side
Like Angel and Libby
I cannot tell no lie
You know I’m way too high
You see me eye to eye
We won’t make it out alive
I stay steppin' with my poles
I can’t keep no one close
I change hoes like my clothes
I cannot love no more
Fuck all the fame
Just give me all the money
Woah
Niggas want me dead
Fuck around
It’s getting bloody
Woah
Gang ties; run it real deep
Keep it one hundred
She gon' act like she don’t love me
She just keep running
Woah
Yeah!
I might ball out
Full court
Bad little bitch from the start
I gotta' get me a cart
Need a Ferrari
A matte, black car
I feel like a God
She loves to ride
But I need a push to start
YEAH!
Push to start!
(Skrrt!)
Hold up, I feel just like a star!
(Woah!)
Restart it; restart it
Yo, run it back
(Woo!)
Last year, I really cut off all my friends
You know, it’s family until it ends
All of my haters hop onto my trends
Look at my face and you best not pretend
For years, they tried to get inside my mind
For years, they tried to tell me all these lies
Like I won’t catch them acting all surprised
Buddy, you better pick on your own size
Oh, it’s a nightmare or is it a dream?
So, someone please tell me what’s happening!
(Yeah!)
What’s happening?
Oh
What’s happening?
(What is?)
Oh
Oh
Oh, yeah
Yeah
(The end!)
(This is not love!)