Lyrics: Justin Marshall
Music: Justin Marshall
Pablo up on the flip phone
Flow so cold like an ice cream cone
Gas so strong makes you float home
Tweaker pad chillin, 8 grams of the snow
Poppin' that shit until I pass out
Never empty clips, just bags now
Switchin' styles on 'em, yeah I'm versatile
Chameleon, the bitch stay smelling foul
She give me face
But hoes don't stay
Don't believe in fate
Yeah but you know
You got some, I don't need em
You got shows, I got leaders
Never care about the limelight
Midnight cruisin' pass the time
Pablo up on the flip phone
Flow so cold like an ice cream cone
Gas so strong makes you float home
Tweaker pad chillin, 8 grams of the snow