Compadre

Lyrics

[Intro] (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Yeah, all these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch Goin' to the moon, beam me up, smokin' high shit Gas, smokin' gas, that fire shit [Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre My homies loco and they shoot you out in broad day It ain't no easy routes 'cause we get it the hard way, yeah [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play Got my bitch all on his line sendin' his location You must think you slick, huh, pull up with the stick Revolver, hollow shells, so you won't find out who did it Disappear like Houdini, drop the top, that's a magic trick Three Lamborghinis, you fuck niggas on that rentin' shit Cool as shit, through with all the foolish shit You know got the Rugers, with the tooliеs with Yeah, that's a .30 clip, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] All thesе pills, I can't hear what you sayin' Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch Goin' to the moon, beam me up, smokin' high shit Gas, smokin' gas, that fire shit [Chorus: Chris Brown, Kap G] I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (My compadre) My homies loco and they shoot you out in broad day (Out in broad day) It ain't no easy routes 'cause we get it the hard way, yeah (Oh, yeah) [Verse 2: Kap G] Wakin' up, I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo (Pablo) I got some partners with the duffle like I'm Ralo (Damu) I got some partners who gon' pull up with them hollows (Skrrt) Your bih gon' send me your location from your iPhone (Ayy, brr) Pull up in the trenches, uh (Pull up in the trenches) Nigga, pull up with extensions, uh (Pull up with extensions) I keep on lightin' them bitches (Yeah) I got the sauce and I'm drippin' (Woo) I'm dripped in designer Call me "Big Tymin," I'm just bein' honest (Uh, uh, yeah) We got it on us (Woo), we pull up in Hondas (Woo) You don't want the drama (Woah), you talk to your Honor (Yeah) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Kap G] All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' (Kap G) Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch Goin' to the moon, beam me up, smokin' high shit Gas, smokin' gas, that fire shit [Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre My homies loco and they shoot you out in broad day It ain't no easy routes 'cause we get it the hard way [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Niggas always say they real, they the ones be snitchin' (Yeah) Niggas claim they killers, but half of these niggas bitches (Woo) I ain't gotta talk about Yeah, you know we hoppin' out exotic Lamborghini's and Ferrari's, zero on the mileage Only fuck with you when you up So when they hop back on my dick, I won't really give a fuck Are you real or fake? Fuck all you imitators 'Cause I got fire shooters in my truck, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch Goin' to the moon, beam me up, smokin' high shit Gas, smokin' gas, that fire shit [Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre My homies loco and they shoot you out in broad day It ain't no easy routes 'cause we get it the hard way