Contact Lyrics

I sit back and roll that doja up, them drugs stay in my system

I told Pablo keep his gun tucked up, I wish he woulda listened

Him and Pedro on them missions, clean a nigga like a some dishes

We ain't duckin' from no smoke, you say it's pressure bring the tension

Say it's smoke then we catch contact

Keep a glock you know it's compact

Filled wit hallows niggas hop back

Bitch on my dick, and you know she gon jock dat

Send the deposit you know Ima rock dat

Pe$o he turning up doing the shows

Tired of the losing I'm setting my goals

Learning my flow, hit the beat I just go

Member was poor, don't want it no more

Ain't doin' no snoozing, gon get to the dough

On the e-way just cruising, the trunk issa bow

My face card is valid, Punn fronted the load

But if I get caught up, bet he know I won't fold

Aye

Ima stick to the code, cuz that's all I know

My brothers they know dat

The .40 don't show dat

You run up I blow dat

Get left wit a toe tag

Aye

And shout out to Lito he bout it

Just leave him alone when he rowdy

He bound to start wildin', them bodies'll pile up, ain't nothin that you can do bout it

He got the Berretta to change up the weather, I'm still against all of the violence

One up ain't no cockin', he sendin' a rocket, you duck if you care bout yo noggin'

Yea it's G Pe$o

Shout out to that 13 Double O

Shout out LitooBandzz

Rest in Peace my brother Pablo

I miss you nigga I swear to God

I sit back and roll that doja up, them drugs stay in my system

I told Pablo keep his gun tucked up, I wish he woulda listened

Him and Pedro on them missions, clean a nigga like a some dishes

We ain't duckin' from no smoke, you say it's pressure bring the tension

Say it's smoke then we catch contact

Keep a glock you know it's compact

Filled wit hallows niggas hop back

Bitch on my dick, and you know she gon jock dat

Send the deposit you know Ima rock dat

Pe$o he turning up doing the shows

Tired of the losing I'm setting my goals

Learning my flow, hit the beat I just go

Member was poor, don't want it no more

Came up from the floor, mama moved to the burbs, cuz the bottom was cold

Ain't chasin' no deal, Ima do it alone

Know I still got my steel, always tuckin' the chrome

Gon get mama a home, a nice house in the hills

Forgiato the wheels, from the R Ima peel

Brodie mama locked up, hope she get that appeal

Cuz niggas be pigeons, and ready to squeal

I'm focused on digits, I want me a mil

Bussin' P's in the kitchen, Punn taught me foreal

Pablo had died, and I never will heal

If you diss on his name, you gon know how I feel

This shit ain't a game, and it won't be the same

Man shout out them Lanez, cuz I know they'll drill

Ain't tuckin' no chains, you know I got aim

You reach you a stain, get popped like a pill bitch

Yea man like I was saying

Swear to God I miss my bro

And ever since I started in this rap shit bro

I been focused like muhhfucka, makin' sure you ain't die in vain

I sit back and roll that doja up, them drugs stay in my system

I told Pablo keep his gun tucked up, I wish he woulda listened

Him and Pedro on them missions, clean a nigga like a some dishes

We ain't duckin' from no smoke, you say it's pressure bring the tension

Say it's smoke then we catch contact

Keep a glock you know it's compact

Filled wit hallows niggas hop back

Bitch on my dick, and you know she gon jock dat

Send the deposit you know Ima rock dat

Pe$o he turning up doing the shows

Tired of the losing I'm setting my goals

Learning my flow, hit the beat I just go

Member was poor, don't want it no more