bitches call me don pablo
toe tag and won't brag about it now you john doe
if you need a joint play the point
left your baby momma with her mind blown
hoodie low creeping through your block slow
swerving off the henny but i'm watching out for potholes
thinking of them nights i was stressing in the box bro
spanish buy steak and cilantro
shining everywhere i walk i make the whole block glow
fly young nigga getting to it
all the judges and the cops know
baby mother spanish nigga
mad under covers in the building
i come from the town that's famous for the apollo
even famous bitches swallow
i ain't even have to follow
i ain't never passed the bottle
i don't never need a doc note
i'm always looking like i got coke
bitches call me don pablo
bitches call me don pablo
bitches call me don pablo