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