Pablo - Shordie Shordie

Ohhh, Pablo

Ohhh

Mob rules, don’t know what you saying, don’t know what it’s bout

Goggles, I seen through the rain, never seen a drought

Handles, they passed me the ball, never gave it up

Scramble, remember being chubby with a semi tucked

And I got away from them bitches, then a nigga got caught

And I still had the money for the bail

Only caught me cause they hit me with the car

Swear they took it too far

Man they should’ve sent a warrant through the mail

When they grabbed me, started asking all these questions

Talking bout they got confessions

They just said that to a nigga just to tell

Let em talk, and I let em talk

As I let em talk, where my cell?

Man you bitches go to hell

I’ma get money til they send me over

Ohhh, Pablo

Money I send my soldiers

Ohhh, Pablo

on my island

Ohhh, Pablo

They don’t wanna see me wilding

Ohhh, Pablo

If I get locked up today you better visit

Got them presidents on me, don’t need no digits

Having meetings, you can’t come, this ain’t your kind of night

Stop the meeting, wait a minute, step outside and called my wife

And I, think she ignoring me, she knows that annoys me

Tryna avoid me, know she can’t avoid me

Say just bout anything, they tried to destroy me, spirit

Blood ain’t on our shirt, guess I wasn’t near it

Why you act like you catch em when you don’t harm shit

Nephew, he’s a bitch, I had to tell your aunt, and

And them niggas they grimy, only on some show shit

Cause my dummy got a holster hanging from his armpit

I’ma get money til they send me over

Ohhh, Pablo

Money I send my soldiers

Ohhh, Pablo

on my island

Ohhh, Pablo

They don’t wanna see me wilding

Ohhh, Pablo