Pakistan Letra

Super slow motion
Going up
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)
Make you trap 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
Mhm-mm, check out the score, check out the scoreboard
Mhm-mm, she wanna fuck raw, but, she got more rose (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 (Mhm)
Nicknames on fly, 'cause we're fuckin' regulars (Mhm)
I'm sellin' white, yes, it's Ellen 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 (Brr, mm)
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark (Brrt)
Mm-mm (Ski, ski), I can fly you very far (Far)
Make you trap 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 Prezi 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 my 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 Selene 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 Louie V was born in France (Yeah)

She can't take me home (Yeah), 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)
Make you trap on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, brrt)