Pathfinder (Remastered) Lyrics

I got yo bitch on a rope like I'm Pathfinder

Then I went and got some throat in her Pathfinder

Fiends wave me down like I am a cab driver

Ya I jus might tax higher stick like a campfire

John Lennon Beatles glasses

Roll up diesel we don't pass it

Freaky bitch she tweakin out

Like what you need I prolly have it

You could practice yo gymnastics on the trap and on the mattress

I ain't even needa work I grab my check but I don't cash it

I make my money in the field that's for real

Sticks on my hitters like a fucking navy seal

All my hitters sipping bitch they fucking with them seals

And yeah my bitch a killer when she shoot she shoot to kill

I jus sold a pound up at Arby's (Arby's)

Think you fuckin with me I'm like hardly (sorry)

I be in the trap smokin like I'm Bob Marley

Trappin all day I needa charger

In the Ram Charger I'm bumpin the carter

I ball like a bitch I wanna be Sean carter

Messages from yo bitch Beyonce aint never calling

I be on the grind with the guys and I'm never falling

Safe in the safe house I could let yo bae count,

Hunnids over their I throw the rest up on my bank account

Smoke all in the air my studio ain't never airing out

They took the gangster route but they had to play around

But you know lil Wesley always took the player route

I got my gun and all them fuck dudes is praying now

She was stayin with me but I bet the bitch is hatin now

I'm gettin paper now I move but I don't make a sound

I got yo bitch on a rope like I'm Pathfinder

Then I went and got some throat in her Pathfinder

Fiends wave me down like I am a cab driver

Ya I jus might tax higher stick like a campfire

I jus sold a pound up at Arby's (Arby's)

Think you fuckin with me I'm like hardly (sorry)

I be in the trap smokin like I'm Bob Marley

Trappin all day I needa charger