Misiones

Pablo Chill-E

Missions

Hey, We're making hits in the
Studio, Doesn't mean we're not hitting hard
We work like Haitians, I don't take vacations
Smoke like Jamaicans, Mid-range in all my blunts
Before on the piggy bank and now I get on planes
There's no daddy here, There are no pensions here

In the studio with VH
We're dropping songs, I keep going on missions
In the studio with Young J, This year I'm making chili
I don't give a fuck, My bro is a little lit
In the studio with VH
We're dropping songs, I keep going on missions
In the studio with Young J, This year I'm making chili
I don't give a fuck, My bro is a little lit

I'm on Spotify, iTunes, and Deezer
I'm in the street smoking a swisher
Feeling rolled up living inside a
Freezer, Pure like what they always tell me
I'm going to the F, I throw at my teaser
I know she wants me to hit it
You might not like my glock
Your crew talks more than what they say
I see you on YouTube, not in the streets
Those chains they have are fake
I have the real deal, The butter has arrived
I have 300, Rappers in the drought
I smoke the shit I have in the apartment
You smoke that shit that gives me a headache
The baby calls me to give it to her
Her pussy gets wet, I'm in the pool

I used to work with the egg carton, Now there's always something new
The studio looks like traffic because it's always full
I spend my time smoking exotic, Consuming parasites
I arrived for the passage in an automatic BMW
I laugh at the fools while I buy all my blunts, Gucci Gang
My butter even at the Caupolican
And as the beat says we're like Taliban
7 Women each, Dropping bombs non-stop