PARABELLUM ft. Saady Boy & TH!!!RD Lyrics

Pull up with a Parabellum

I know she like it when I'm jealous

Chow down, Ciao Bella

Hit a lick up in her dwelling

I know she liking what I'm selling

'Cause the competition compelling

I just been runnin' with felons

Manu with the side step

I'm gone

Cliff hang with no endings (uh)

Back a Benz and I bend it (uh)

Big problems when you spending (uh)

We fiending for a new preference

I know how to make an entrance

Never really my intentions

Never needed no attention

I just been worried bout decimals

You just been tryna prevent this

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

We out in Venice

I'm up in her mouth something like a dentist

I'm in the kitchen, whipping it up

Robe on, I feel like a chemist

Always did bad academics

Big yacht look like the Titanic

Sporadic when I get to mackin'

Get a bitch and then I pass her like Magic

Getting rich and then I'm changing my addy

Whole lot of sneakers closet like a track meet

Whole lot of guns, do you roger that? Copy

Mobs in the street but nobody can stop me

Buildings on fire while I'm sippin' Monte

All this division, I stay adding broccoli

That equals bitches

I multiply by three

Take them for sushi

We sippin' on sake

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil

Bottles on ice, Wrists is on chill

She hit my phone, She getting drilled

We see a Opp? We shoot to kill

Run up a bag, Treadin' a mil