hoodrich pablo juan & gucci mane - shoebox lyrics
[intro: gucci mane]
hah, gato
cartel, 1-0-1-7
zaytoven
go
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan & gucci mane]
my money too big for a shoebox
thirty round c-ck on my glock
i put the d on the block like the lox (skrrt)
yeah, i’m drippin’, i need me a mop (go)
paw perpendicular, hopped out the ‘ventador
scream, “fuck a hater” to no one in particular (fuck ya, hater)
v-12 cylinder, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya (go)
entrepreneur, i’m the shit like manure
rockstar nigga, still fuck on a whore
countin’ this money, i used to be poor (count it)
countin’ this money, i need me some more
what can i say, i’m from ea
got a ho from la, snort a brick in a day
squirt when she work, makes you skeet in her face
and her hips make her look like she walkin’ in place
[verse 1: nav, gucci mane & hoodrich pablo juan]
pull out my coupe and i’m liftin’ my doors
i’m a rockstar, but i still fuck with whores (yeah)
no, i’m not the same nav from before (uh uh)
won’t buy a lamb if it ain’t aventador (skrrt, skrrt)
fucked that b-tch once, don’t want her anymore (fuck her)
every time she call, i’m hittin’ ignore (hah)
hundred thousand on my jewels, i afford (hundred band)
i was trappin’ out of honda accords (trap)
gucci taught me how to kick a door (gucci, yeah)
now i’m fuckin’ b-tches when i’m bored (hah)
pop a 30 and i hit record (geekin’)
made a couple mil’, now i want some more
[verse 2: gucci mane & hoodrich pablo juan]
my watch illy, i’m sick of me, i need a remedy (achoo)
i’m in the drop top, j.f. kennedy (brr)
me and your ho, she think we got chemistry (huh?)
but she been a freak (hah)
i been in the street (yeah)
these guccis, ain’t no timbs on my feet (huh?)
back, back, nigga, give me ten feet (back back)
fucked that lil’ b-tch in the suite, ooh (fucked that lil’ b-tch)
money comin’ on repeat
i like her, she suckin’ that d-ck unique (i like her, suck it)
come from atlanta, but i’m from the east (east atlanta)
i be fresh to death like i’m deceased (fresh as a motherfucker)
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan & gucci mane]
my money too big for a shoebox
thirty round c-ck on my glock
i put the d on the block like the lox (skrrt)
yeah, i’m drippin’, i need me a mop (go)
paw perpendicular, hopped out the ‘ventador
scream, “fuck a hater” to no one in particular (fuck ya, hater)
v-12 cylinder, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya (go)
entrepreneur, i’m the shit like manure
rockstar nigga, still fuck on a whore
countin’ this money, i used to be poor (count it)
countin’ this money, i need me some more
what can i say, i’m from ea
got a ho from la, snort a brick in a day
squirt when she work, makes you skeet in her face
and her hips make her look like she walkin’ in place
[verse 3: gucci mane]
two solitaires, call ’em dumber and dumber (brr)
vert in the winter, treat it like the summer (huh?)
she a man-eater like jeffrey dahmer
then knock out your windows like jazmin sullivan (ho, hah)
i’m the night show like the sullivan show (hah)
hublot was plain, but i flooded it though
pablo sipping’ sprite, but he muddied it though
and i come to your house like the plug at the door
knock, knock, a knock at the door
cartel shit, got a shock on the floor
a block on the stove, ’bout to lock and reload
i’m on flat shoals tryna move me a load (flat)
[verse 4: hoodrich pablo juan & gucci mane]
gotta drop the bricks off on candler road (1’5)
quarter pounders, over a billion sold
the back of the ‘partments a drug store (blah)
ooh, i’m so icy, an eskimo (ooh, brr)
she eat the d-ck like it’s edible (eat it up)
you couldn’t see me if you had a telescope (can’t see me)
we don’t love ’em, we just fuck ’em and let ’em go (fuck ’em)
my house is a igloo and it’s full of dope
eskimo, nothin’ typical (nah)
we do shit unbelievable
get in her, get in her, get in her (get in her)
2k18, 18-cylinder, gone
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan & gucci mane]
my money too big for a shoebox
thirty round c-ck on my glock
i put the d on the block like the lox (skrrt)
yeah, i’m drippin’, i need me a mop (go)
paw perpendicular, hopped out the ‘ventador
scream, “fuck a hater” to no one in particular (fuck ya, hater)
v-12 cylinder, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya (go)
entrepreneur, i’m the shit like manure
rockstar nigga, still fuck on a whore
countin’ this money, i used to be poor (count it)
countin’ this money, i need me some more
what can i say, i’m from ea
got a ho from la, snort a brick in a day
squirt when she work, makes you skeet in her face
and her hips make her look like she walkin’ in place
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