Pablo el chapo, Kevin Gates - Undefeated lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pablo el chapo, Kevin Gates - Undefeated lyrics]
Ugh i'm finna find a O, Ion take L's
Still ridin' dirty, Ian got L's
I'm never smokin joints, all I smoke is L s
Still sellin weight, Ion need a scale
Its pablo el chapo, hit me when you need it
In the streets I'm like mayweather
Bitch I'm undefeated
My '86 cutlass, you know i cut the top off
Castle fully J's and Gucci belts
No knock offs see I can show you niggahs
How to make this money
Or I can show you niggahs
How to take this money
Bitch I'm from baton rouge niggah, grinepave
I'm bout soft, I had a stove
I used the microwave
I'm still with my shooters, fuck a fight
I'm still ridin' 6's, ain't got no license
I made a 100 bands, shout out to melz
I'm still sellin pounds, ion needa scale
Ion think they ready
I done jumped in it insane
Fish scales to the arm & hammer
Don't lemme forget them bags
Pants I like to sag, ian got a swag
Go ask yo bitch bout Luca Brasi
Bitch I got them bags
4th floor with my tightest niggah
It's late night an we thuggin'
I went to jail, them niggahs stayed strong
If you need money i'm flushin'
I took an L on some oil based
When I tryed to rock it, it crumbled
Shook back like cooked crack, no?
But I'm stuffin'
Tryna fade away from the blow
But I still came from under that
Blowin' my nose
Tryna be?, when they took that
No actin', I only provide 'em with O's
I'm thuggin' hard, let's get it
Niggah fuck bein to friendly
If we got you fiendin', for a meal ticket
Tell pablo I sent ya
Still ridin' dirty, Ian got L's
I'm never smokin joints, all I smoke is L s
Still sellin weight, Ion need a scale
Its pablo el chapo, hit me when you need it
In the streets I'm like mayweather
Bitch I'm undefeated
My '86 cutlass, you know i cut the top off
Castle fully J's and Gucci belts
No knock offs see I can show you niggahs
How to make this money
Or I can show you niggahs
How to take this money
Bitch I'm from baton rouge niggah, grinepave
I'm bout soft, I had a stove
I used the microwave
I'm still with my shooters, fuck a fight
I'm still ridin' 6's, ain't got no license
I made a 100 bands, shout out to melz
I'm still sellin pounds, ion needa scale
Ion think they ready
I done jumped in it insane
Fish scales to the arm & hammer
Don't lemme forget them bags
Pants I like to sag, ian got a swag
Go ask yo bitch bout Luca Brasi
Bitch I got them bags
4th floor with my tightest niggah
It's late night an we thuggin'
I went to jail, them niggahs stayed strong
If you need money i'm flushin'
I took an L on some oil based
When I tryed to rock it, it crumbled
Shook back like cooked crack, no?
But I'm stuffin'
Tryna fade away from the blow
But I still came from under that
Blowin' my nose
Tryna be?, when they took that
No actin', I only provide 'em with O's
I'm thuggin' hard, let's get it
Niggah fuck bein to friendly
If we got you fiendin', for a meal ticket
Tell pablo I sent ya