Pakistan

What's up guys, today, I got Desert Eagle, .50 caliber

And ATV, we gonna blow it up fifty-thousand frames per second

(Narsaye)

Super slow motion (load 'em up, ski)

It's gonna look amazing (skee, yeah)

She can't take me home (yeah), her dad is from Iran (from Iran, yeah)

I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (yes, yeah, yeah)

I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (firearms, ski, ski)

Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (ski, ski, ski, ski)

Mm-mm (mm), pussy like a work of art (ski, ski, ski, ski)

Mm-mm (mm), wetter than the Noah's Ark (ski, ski, ski, ski)

Mm-mm (yeah), I can fly you very far (ski)

Bentley truck on the main road (ski), diamonds taste like a rainbow (ski)

I'm in my own world right now (yeah), I'm in my hotel right now (yeah)

I think all these hoes are drunk, so, I got no mail right now (no)

Yes, my lady make my dick hard, make it count in fifties

I just linked up with my gipsy

And I'm really movin', Big Meech

Mm-mm, check out the score, check out the scoreboard

Mm-mm, she wanna fuck raw, but, she got morals (uh-uh, ah)

My nigga shootin' like a porno

Whippin' crack, he got four phones

He can't keep that door closed (yeah)

Emirates, I fly with niggas, feelin' generous (mm-hmm)

Nicknames on fly, 'cause we're fuckin' regulars (mm-hmm)

I'm sellin' white, yes, it's Ellen the DeGeneres

Let's take a trip to Pakistan, we can benefit (yeah, ski)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (ski, ski, ski, ski, ski)

I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (ski, ski, ski ha, ha, ha)

I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (ha-ha, ha, ha, ha)

Burners from Russia (ha), Louis V from Milan (ha, ha, ha)

Mm-mm (mm), pussy like a work of art (brrt, mm)

Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark (brrt)

Mm-mm (ski, ski), I can fly you very far (far)

Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (ski, ski)

Yo, these hoes treat me like the president (ski, ski, ski)

My Rollie a Presi' too

My spinner came with only six, tryna buy some extra shoes

They think I'm rappin' cappin'

On God, I still got the mashes packin'

She ain't seen no gun before, fifty racks in cash, don't look in the bag

Can't get my G-lock, so, we just grab the fours

Built my own line in the hood, like, who am I trappin' for?

Missionary my Taurus one, but, doggy-style my Capricorn

Calls me a, "Dog," I told her, "Save my number as Labrador"

And when Celene dropped, "New Season," shit, I cop it fast

Her not givin' me a second chance, not a chance

Fake friends, conspiracy cases and petrol baths

My burner from Russia, my Louis V was born in France (yeah)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (from Iran)

I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (Pakistan)

I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (ski, ski, woo)

Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (ski, ski, woo)

Mm-mm (woo), pussy like a work of art (woo)

Mm-mm (woo), wetter than the Noah's Ark (woo)

Mm-mm (woo), I can fly you very far (ooh)

Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, brr)