Quablo

[Intro: Quavo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan] (Zaytoven!) Yeah, Quavo Pablo Juan Pablo, huh QuaBlo, woah QuaBlo, who? QuaBlo, what? Huh, woo! Uh! [Verse 1: Quavo] Niggas actin' like bitches Bitches actin' like niggas Keep a knife and a pistol Never know how I'm gon' hit you (no) Pablo Juan, yeah, he with me (ayy) He a hoodrich nigga All the squad, yeah, they with it (ayy) Call my Nawf Side niggas I used to play ball in school Call me Quavo Warren Moon Skippin' class, break the rules Now all my friends, they lawyers and Jews (woo) I bought my young niggas choppas (grrah) In the game, I've been a starter They put me in the game as a rookie But I learned how to move smarter (QuaBlo) [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't think he gravy 'cause I rap, nigga Still in the hood with the strap, nigga Mailman pull up, the pack delivered (do, do, do) I got more fish than Long John Silver's (I got the fish) Young rich nigga, white gold, no silver Call up Quavo, he'll go Matilda I got enough bricks to build a buildin' It's Pablo Juan, I'm a hell of a dealer Addicted to ice, their Rollie outdated Me and Quavo spend a hundred in Vegas K, K, K, my young nigga racist Maison Margiela with fur, no laces [Verse 3: Quavo] We pull up, these niggas be shook up (woo) Sniper upstairs, don't look up You lookin' for your bitch, we took her (where?) Pinky ring sloppy, boogers (ugh) We bought a ticket to the moon (cash) Tryna find a way to sneak the goons (goonies) I'll pay the tab for the shooters We put the moon rock in hookahs I took my bitch to Bermuda And now she want a fuckin' poodle (damn) Tell Will Smith and Martin Lawrence We shoulda played the Bad Boys movies [Verse 4: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Pull up in the Mike Lowry Porsche They gon' eat it up, full course Pressin' these niggas, full court Trap with a map like I'm Pablo the Explorer I got more green than a golf course Two phones, but I always ignore 'em Look at the menu and place your order If you owe me, then pay me, I need every quarter [Verse 5: Quavo] Trappin' early in the mornin', Tom Joyner If you ain't heard about us, better warn ya Wake up in the mansion, my floors is marble Quavo, Pablo, superheroes like Marvel Geekin' two bitches, they Marvin the Martian If you don't get it, that's outta here, dog The way I love chemistry, shoulda went to Harvard (whip) Fuckin' her daughter, her mama Ms. Parker Quavo, Pablo just like Matt and Jeff Hardy (brothers) Pablo, Quavo like Capone and John Gotti (brothers) Quavo Picasso, Pablo Liberace (brothers) He dab in Givenchy, I dab in Versace I'ma go set up trap on the island (woo) Pablo gon' get the bricks and buy a pilot [Verse 6: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Quavo] O-Dog and Caine, menace to society Me and Quavo only flyin' private Young rich nigga, I'm a fast learner I only cook on the gas burner We havin' more cookie than Wiz and Berner Quavo got problems, I'm comin' to burn 'em Send him a dummy, he tryna return 'em I'm sippin' the tea cup like Kermit Trap stars, niggas earned it Pocket crumbled, 'Fessor Sherman, gone [Outro: Quavo] Ayy, Quavo and Pablo Escobar and Castro QuaBlo, QuaBlo That's Juan, I'm Honcho Gone