El Pueblo

[Verse 1]

I don't like you rap niggas (No), I burn your little catalogues

I rip the rearview out the Rolls and I ain't sad at all

I took it out the pot, then I sat it on the Vogue cover (Vogue)

In the Hamptons, trap phone vibrating at the pool (Woo)

The game don't love me

But I don't love myself anyway, so I'm locked in (Bitch I'm locked in)

Bitch, don't touch me, I'm worth too much

Give me a brick, fuck your top ten (Woo)

[Chorus]

It all started with a (O, O, O, O)

I get too much money for these niggas

Bitch, I came up off a (O, O, O, O)

Humble beginnings, big endings

[Verse 2]

Uh, I'm at the pearly gates, tryna get the blocks in (Woo)

I'ma go Googlе, this'll be a God-level mix

Balеnciaga windbreaker, swish, swish, swish while I'm whippin' it (Hahaha)

When did we become so against it? (When)

Another broke nigga hating (Woo), not again with this shit

If the recipe is right, the options are endless (Keep goin)

I knew once we got the Os together, we would go Olympic (Yeah)

My wrist did it, I swear

[Chorus]

It all started with a (O, O, O, O)

Bitch I got six-fifty on my neck

I built this shit from a (O, O, O, O)

I used to sit in the trap, nineteen hours, go

[Verse 3]

Alexander Wang jeans wild, eh?

Gun-slanging on the highway (Brrt), banging Sade (Brrt)

Smooth operators on the tap phone, like "I'll wait" (I'll talk)

We still did it our way (Woo), turned every re-up to a holiday

Huh, by the way (By the way)

You know what God can do in like, seven days

All-white Celine suit, I look like Malverde

Bird prices over tapped airways (Hahaha)

[Chorus]

Bitch I started with started with a (O, O, O, O)

Ask my little brother

I built this shit from a (O, O, O, O)

Trap god, Stove God, by any means, nigga