YNG Rilla - Elchapo V Pablo (feat. Nephew Zeke) Lyrics

What, what, what, like Macklemore
I said we takin' all your shit and comin' back for more
Pull out the strap, shootin' at your store
Them bitches call me daddy, she a bastard whore
Cause I'm a real motherf*cker, gangsta slangin' rock
If you ain't heard it last time, we gon' hit your top
What, what, what, like Macklemore
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she a bastard whore
Green is in my sock like fiends is on the block right
Catch you and your homies at a motherf*ckin' stoplight
And we go with blue against the red like it's a cop fight
Pistol while I'm pumpin' in my gas when it is not night
Pull up on me like we just been homies, we is not tight
Pistol pack and glock right, shoot you in your top right
Hit you with the left right, caught you in a op site
Send you out to space, you gon' motherf*ckin' take flight
Rappers havin' stage fright, I been here for eight days and eight nights
I'm the black plague, spreadin' around, I'm here to take life
Butcher on the pussy, cut him up like I'm a steak knife
Swimmin' through the yay yo like a motherf*ckin' great white
What, what, what, like Macklemore
I said we takin' all your shit and comin' back for more
Pull out the straps, shootin' at your store
Them bitches call me daddy, she a bastard whore
Cause I'm a real motherf*cker, gangsta slangin' rock
If you ain't heard it last time, we gon' hit your top
What, what, what, like Macklemore
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she a bastard whore
One chopper in the seat, gotta keep the heat
Two coke dealers pushin' drugs up the street
Three dick riders and they all on my meat
Four for the Grammy, I won, did it in my sleep
On my way to the top, man, gettin' steep
Ten toes down, stood on my own two feet
Choppin' my buddy, I keep it strapped in the seat
Mask on, that's not no trick or treat
Real quick, move slow, and real discreet
Real discreet
And if I go missin', they got my f*ckin' body by the shotty
Shooters killin' motherf*ckers, bunch of young Gottis
We ain't ridin' waves, no boats or Lil Yachty
Since a youngin' slappin' rappers in the trap, I was naughty
So tie your f*ckin' do-rag and hold on tight
I deserve to be on death row more than Suge Knight
Shook me all night and turned my AC off
I'm down in D.C. preppin' for a war on the golf
El Choppa versus motherf*ckin' Pablo
Me goose to me young shooters, but whoops, me no Ablo
Shake hands and call it a deal, this shit real
Caps flyin', shots poppin', wigs gettin' peeled
I been on the hunt for my damn next meal
One rapper, two rapper, three gettin' sealed
What, what, what, like Macklemore
We takin' all your shit and comin' back for more
Pull out the straps, shootin' at your store
Them bitches call me daddy, she a bastard whore
Cause I'm a real motherf*ckin' gangsta slangin' rock
If you ain't heard it last time, we gon' hit your top
What, what, like Macklemore
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She a bastard, motherf*ckin' bastard-ass bitch
Stupid-ass hoe
F*ckin' bastard-ass whore
Stupid-ass hoe
And f*ckin' bastard-ass bitch
And f*ckin