Young Adz - Pakistan lyrics

Going up, skee yeah

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran
I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan
I ain't buy that bitch no bag
 I bought my killers firearms
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan
Mm-mm,  pussy like a work of art
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark
Mm-mm, I can fly you very far
Hit the trap on the main roads
Diamonds taste like a rainbow

Yeah, I can whip that shit in the Pyrex
So I can whip it in a flask
And that crack keep runnin' out 'cah
It's all got saved in last
Baby girl, I'm a G
I do not ask about your past
I'm a real G, so I don't care about your past
Who you fuck with, don't fool me darlin'
They make me laugh
They ain't ever shot a nigga
From a different path
I was out there since a kid, the olders know
Eleven when I had that chrome (Mm-mm)

Uh, my youngin' was in foster homes
(Skee, skee)
Yeah, he seventeen and got a phone
(Skee, skee, skee)
Yeah, he makin' money little bro
Yeah, I change his life he fuckin' know

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran
I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan
I ain't buy that bitch no bag
I bought my killers firearms
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan
Mm-mm, pussy like a work of art
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark
Mm-mm, I can fly you very far
Trap on the main roads
Diamonds taste like the rainbow

Some times in life, you got
To take the risk, yeah, yeah
Hundred thousand on my left wrist
I take the piss, yeah, yeah
Hide my chain and metal my
Watch, you're talkin shit, hm, yeah
Nigga's talkin' bout killin' Nigga's but
They talkin' shit, yeah, yeah
Walk with it, I walk with it
I walk with it, yeah, yeah
Walk up in the building, It's
Some awkward shit, yeah, yeah
Fucked his baby mother and he know I did
(Know I did)
But he like my new song and he know my clip
When it comes to trappin'
I'm the fuckin' king
Whipping up in doners, I'm the fucking jit
I've been out here since a fuckin' little kid
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran
I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan
I ain't buy that bitch no bag
I bought my killers firearms
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan
Mm-mm, pussy like a work of art
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark
Mm-mm, I can fly you very far
Hit the trap on the main roads
Diamonds taste like the rainbow