Watch your back, I'm on Camelback
That nigga sus from the police, he want his ammo back
Yo bitch, she a 304, she shop at Nordstrom Rack
Thinking shit was so sweet, how the f*ck you rat?
Goin' down, Val Vista in a Jeep, got me like 40 racks
How the f*ck you chargin' 50 for a G
My milf bitch just hit me up, told me to pull up to Queen Creek
My dawg, Royal, don't do foil, that's why you know she a G
I just left Papago, now I'm goin' to the East
Caught yo mama at Sprouts, gave her the D
She sucked my dick, then we went shoppin' for her pantry
I won't f*ckin' lie, I was addicted to her panties
How the f*ck is you a plug? And you got robbed for your xannies
Watch your back, I'm on Camelback
That nigga sus from the police, he want his ammo back
Yo bitch, she a 304, she shop at Nordstrom Rack
Thinking shit was so sweet, how the f*ck you rat?
Goin' down, Val Vista in a Jeep, got me like 40 racks
How the f*ck you chargin' 50 for a G
My milf bitch just hit me up, told me to pull up to Queen Creek
My dawg, Royal, don't do foil, that's why you know she a G
I just left Papago, now I'm goin' to the East
Spent a hundred at the store, but you knew that
Bad bitch with a ass, got a new bag
Bad bitch and her back, yeah, I blew that
My balls gettin' sweaty by the heat that I be packin
Papago park, you know Aba never lackin
10, 20 stacks, yeah, that shit that he be stackin
Beat so fire you know I just had to step in
Black pants, white jandals, that's how I'm steppin
Curry with a 30, yeah, no, I ain't Stephen
Hella hoes on me, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm hefen
Open up my DMs, feel like Dak with all these pics
Gray CDGs with a heart on my kicks
Ja Morant, if I got the strap, it won't end well
Cash app loaded, have to hit me through the Zelle
AZ heat, got me walkin' through hell
Bout to beat the beat, I'm like, ref ring the bell
Left, right, up, hit him with that Rocky punch
Feelin' like a bully, cause I might just take your lunch
Ice Spice, hit me up, I swear I'll be your munch
Hella fruity bro, you comin' in by the bunch
Flaco Broc - PAPAGO (feat. Abawastaken) Lyrics
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Watch your back, I'm on Camelback
That nigga sus from the police, he want his ammo back
Yo bitch, she a 304, she shop at Nordstrom Rack
Thinking shit was so sweet, how the f*ck you rat?
Goin' down, Val Vista in a Jeep, got me like 40 racks
How the f*ck you chargin' 50 for a G
My milf bitch just hit me up, told me to pull up to Queen Creek
My dawg, Royal, don't do foil, that's why you know she a G
I just left Papago, now I'm goin' to the East
Caught yo mama at Sprouts, gave her the D
She sucked my dick, then we went shoppin' for her pantry
I won't f*ckin' lie, I was addicted to her panties
How the f*ck is you a plug? And you got robbed for your xannies
Watch your back, I'm on Camelback
That nigga sus from the police, he want his ammo back
Yo bitch, she a 304, she shop at Nordstrom Rack
Thinking shit was so sweet, how the f*ck you rat?
Goin' down, Val Vista in a Jeep, got me like 40 racks
How the f*ck you chargin' 50 for a G
My milf bitch just hit me up, told me to pull up to Queen Creek
My dawg, Royal, don't do foil, that's why you know she a G
I just left Papago, now I'm goin' to the East
Spent a hundred at the store, but you knew that
Bad bitch with a ass, got a new bag
Bad bitch and her back, yeah, I blew that
My balls gettin' sweaty by the heat that I be packin
Papago park, you know Aba never lackin
10, 20 stacks, yeah, that shit that he be stackin
Beat so fire you know I just had to step in
Black pants, white jandals, that's how I'm steppin
Curry with a 30, yeah, no, I ain't Stephen
Hella hoes on me, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm hefen
Open up my DMs, feel like Dak with all these pics
Gray CDGs with a heart on my kicks
Ja Morant, if I got the strap, it won't end well
Cash app loaded, have to hit me through the Zelle
AZ heat, got me walkin' through hell
Bout to beat the beat, I'm like, ref ring the bell
Left, right, up, hit him with that Rocky punch
Feelin' like a bully, cause I might just take your lunch
Ice Spice, hit me up, I swear I'll be your munch
Hella fruity bro, you comin' in by the bunch
That nigga sus from the police, he want his ammo back
Yo bitch, she a 304, she shop at Nordstrom Rack
Thinking shit was so sweet, how the f*ck you rat?
Goin' down, Val Vista in a Jeep, got me like 40 racks
How the f*ck you chargin' 50 for a G
My milf bitch just hit me up, told me to pull up to Queen Creek
My dawg, Royal, don't do foil, that's why you know she a G
I just left Papago, now I'm goin' to the East
Caught yo mama at Sprouts, gave her the D
She sucked my dick, then we went shoppin' for her pantry
I won't f*ckin' lie, I was addicted to her panties
How the f*ck is you a plug? And you got robbed for your xannies
Watch your back, I'm on Camelback
That nigga sus from the police, he want his ammo back
Yo bitch, she a 304, she shop at Nordstrom Rack
Thinking shit was so sweet, how the f*ck you rat?
Goin' down, Val Vista in a Jeep, got me like 40 racks
How the f*ck you chargin' 50 for a G
My milf bitch just hit me up, told me to pull up to Queen Creek
My dawg, Royal, don't do foil, that's why you know she a G
I just left Papago, now I'm goin' to the East
Spent a hundred at the store, but you knew that
Bad bitch with a ass, got a new bag
Bad bitch and her back, yeah, I blew that
My balls gettin' sweaty by the heat that I be packin
Papago park, you know Aba never lackin
10, 20 stacks, yeah, that shit that he be stackin
Beat so fire you know I just had to step in
Black pants, white jandals, that's how I'm steppin
Curry with a 30, yeah, no, I ain't Stephen
Hella hoes on me, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm hefen
Open up my DMs, feel like Dak with all these pics
Gray CDGs with a heart on my kicks
Ja Morant, if I got the strap, it won't end well
Cash app loaded, have to hit me through the Zelle
AZ heat, got me walkin' through hell
Bout to beat the beat, I'm like, ref ring the bell
Left, right, up, hit him with that Rocky punch
Feelin' like a bully, cause I might just take your lunch
Ice Spice, hit me up, I swear I'll be your munch
Hella fruity bro, you comin' in by the bunch
Writer: Broc Ortiz
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