[Intro: Dave East]
You know, uh, Pablo and Blanco
El Chapo and Escobar
From the bottom but we took it very far
Oh, niggas bitching, they going through menopause
Let off some shots, watch them drop then we spinning off
[Verse 1: Millyz]
This money I'm peeling off
Dope in my pocket
I bust down a bracelet and load up this rocket
Slug hit his middle and opened a mosh pit
I'm plugged with the plug, I can get you exotic
[Verse 2: Dave East]
I'm plugged with the plug, shit I feel like a socket
Fresh out the court, see my name on the docket
Give a fuck about the vest niggas, aim at your noggin
Water my neck, should get paid from Dasani
[Verse 3: Millyz]
Lil' mami a baddie, she stripped in perfections
Was throwing her legs up in different directions
You not from the way then don't visit my section
It's high level rap when you sit in these sessions
[Verse 4: Dave East]
Yeah, I did a bid but I didn't learn my lesson
I still be with killers, a lot of aggression
Put a note on his body, that way he could die with a message
Switch up on the family, that's out of the question
[Verse 5: Millyz]
It's Pablo and Blanco
Blanco and Pablo
Went down on the whip and get smoked like a fronto
Slide with a model
She fuck, suck, and swallow
A M worth of game, I be feeling like Wallo
[Verse 6: Dave East]
I might be in Boston, I might be in Harlem
She kept falling for me, I call that bitch autumn
Know he might have died in that moment we caught him
The fuck is you talking? Oh, my kind din't make it that often
[Verse 7: Millyz]
We straight to the garden
Kicks on the floor
R.I.P. Pop, I been dripped in Dior
Gravy the seats 'cause I really been eatin'
Pistol is Russian, the whip European
[Chorus: Dave East]
Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos
The Bentley all black, did it matte, look like charcoal
I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's
Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow
Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle
Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model
I talk to God then I talk to Diablo
Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco
[Post-Chorus: Millyz]
Swerve 'round these potholes
Wrist is colossal
We slid out of Bäco
Cartier shades or I Gucci the goggles
Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils
Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics
Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects
Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto
Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo
[Chorus: Dave East]
Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos
That Bentley all black, did it matte look like charcoal
I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's
Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow
Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle
Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model
I talk to God then I talk to Diablo
Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco
[Post-Chorus: Millyz]
Swerve 'round these potholes
Wrist is colossal
We slid out of Bäco
Cartier shades or I Gucci the goggles
Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils
Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics
Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects
Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto
Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo
[Verse 8: Dave East & Millyz]
Came up selling shit you could shoot in your veins
Pulled up with no flag but they knew I was gang
I pulled up with powder, they knew it was 'caine
Got this eight series swerving in two different lanes
This shit got lit, once Flex and Clue knew my name
He ratted, they blew out his brain
Keep moving this weight, put some blue in the chain
Was popping them Perkys to move through the pain
[Chorus: Dave East]
Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos
That Bentley all black, did it matte look like charcoal
I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's
Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow
Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle
Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model
I talk to God then I talk to Diablo
Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco
[Post-Chorus: Millyz]
Swerve 'round these potholes
Wrist is colossal
We slid out of Bäco
Cartier shades or a Gucci the goggles
Came up selling shit you could toot in your nostrils
Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics
Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects
Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto
Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo
Gang
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