Текст песни PRECIOUS CARGO - Yung Pinch

With my shawty
That's right
They wanna stop me, I can't stop, no
1Mind
Yeah, yeah

Riding in that black on black with precious cargo, yeah
Uh-oh, who's that in the back of the Tahoe?
Young triple OG, can't do it like me
I feel like Pablo, yeah
I been doing my thing, no reason to stop for, no
I'm recording right now while I'm out in Cabo
You see this house I'm in
This house I'm in like a chateau
I been on a private beach getting fucked up with my shawty
Stayed down from the jump
Always showed love, look where it got me

You don't need to be so dramatic
You want it, you know you can have it, yeah
This shit feels so close, I could grab it, yeah
I'm falling back into my habits
The animal in me is rabid, yeah
Baby gon' make me go savage, look (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really go where I say I go
I really do what I say I did
All of them things that they talking 'bout
Swear that I don't really give a shit
Everyone worried 'bout this and they worried 'bout that
Man, I just want the dividends
They acting funny, I just need the money
Man, I swear to God, I'm a businessman (Oh)

The currents got me, I'm drifting away
The past still haunts me, but what can I say?

Riding in that black on black with precious cargo, yeah
Uh-oh, who's that in the back of the Tahoe?
Young triple OG, can't do it like me
I feel like Pablo, yeah
I been doing my thing, no reason to stop for, no
I'm recording right now while I'm out in Cabo
You see this house I'm in
This house I'm in like a chateau
I been on a private beach getting fucked up with my shawty
Stayed down from the jump
Always showed love, look where it got me

The currents got me, I'm drifting away
The past still haunts me, but what can I say?

Yeah, yeah
I'ma still talk my shit
Who you know talk like this?
If you gon' talk 'bout me
Might pull up right on you, might keep shit lit
Yeah, yeah
You know I gotta do shit big
Yeah, yeah
Bounce in that beat and I jig, yeah
Thirty-five hundred dollar jeans, I ain't gon' throw no fit
Mama ain't raise no bitch, oh no, matter fact, mama ain't raise shit
Only thing she taught me
Was how the hell I should not be
Growing up, shit was fucked up
Still don't know how I lucked up, yeah

Riding in that black on black with precious cargo, yeah
Uh-oh, who's that in the back of the Tahoe?
Young triple OG, can't do it like me
I feel like Pablo, yeah
I been doing my thing, no reason to stop for

The currents got me, I'm drifting away (Look where it got me)
The past still haunts me, but what can I say?