hoodrich pablo juan - hood lyrics
[intro: baby uiie]
doubled with the perc, i stayed down
they wrestling in the trap, i’m playing like draymond
i had them b-tches at the same time
feed my crips that’s on my main line
the thing that’s sparkling this rollie
wrist drip, it’s this rolex
poppin’ b-tches swear they know me
i got the hood on my shoulders
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
pulled up with bricks in the hood
i stayed down and got rich in the hood
bad b-tch, p-ssy good
got a sh-ll case for the .38 with the wood
i should hit me a jugg, i’m good
put a whole 3.5 in a backwoods
i don’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, they hollywood
c-m in that b-tch and i’m dabbing like robin hood
getting that money, f-cking these b-tches
f-ck the police, we don’t f-ck with no snitches
stayed down, went from the rags to the riches
me and baby uiie run up the digits
ooh, let me stop for a minute
f-ck that bullsh-t, we got glocks with extensions
real n-gg-s, we don’t beef over mentions
we still in the hood, in the trenches
[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
came from the hood, i was raised in the concrete
getting money, i ain’t got time to sleep
jumped out the porsche and landed on my feet
back then, i ain’t know nothing ’bout a beat
i ain’t know nothing ’bout rap
they ain’t know nothing ’bout me
came from the belly of the beast
you ain’t never seen a n-gg- like me
i’m trapping all day, f-ck the police, we gotta get it
real street n-gg- riding ’round with it
got a trap house filled up with bricks and the pounds in it
shipping the pack like i pitch on the mound with it
givenchy with the stars, couldn’t walk a mile in it
i don’t need money counters or accountant
got fifty-thousand, money stacked up like mountains
i’m drinking lean like it comes out of fountains
we don’t know how to sit on no couches
still in the hood with the bags and the ounces
i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gg-, i keep counting
i just drop off the pack and i’m rerouting
pour a 4 in the faygo, a 5 in the red woods
african diamonds cost a lot of canned goods
sending twenty to my mansion in ellenwood
cookies, you know them ain’t no edibles
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
pulled up with bricks in the hood
i stayed down and got rich in the hood
bad b-tch, p-ssy good
got a sh-ll case for the .38 with the wood
i should hit me a jugg, i’m good
put a whole 3.5 in a backwoods
i don’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, they hollywood
c-m in that b-tch and i’m dabbing like robin hood
getting that money, f-cking these b-tches
f-ck the police, we don’t f-ck with no snitches
stayed down, went from the rags to the riches
me and baby uiie run up the digits
ooh, let me stop for a minute
f-ck that bullsh-t, we got glocks with extensions
real n-gg-s, we don’t beef over mentions
we still in the hood, in the trenches
[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
just found a b-tch on the “explore” page
bust a pint on the tech, pour up four ways
fresh everyday, i got cake like my birthday
they like my swag and my lingo, my wordplay
i caught a skurt on a thursday
i come from the pj the worst way
i just want the pj the private way
i don’t give these b-tches the time of day
i’m eating ruth’s chris, the filet
i’m eating cookies, they come from the bay
foreign whip when i touch down in the a
counting money, please stay out the way
rock designer, they wanna know what i pay
rock a gold chain like i just won first place
my n-gg-s strapped up with dirty k’s
we got the gas like the circle k
rocking off-white with my kanye’s
chains on like a runaway
strapped the f-ck up, n-gg-, ready for gun play
church’s chickens on a sunday
i’m smoking that wonder brick, cookie candyland
counting up the bands, i know i can
hang in the hood with a money flag
got a bookbag full of country bands
i’m in the hood, they thought i wouldn’t make it
now i’m shopping all the way out in vegas
i’m rich, these b-tches trying to have my baby
copped the audi and the brand new mercedes
i made the money, never made me
got chains on like a slave
i rock designer all day
f-ck you, gotta pay me
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
pulled up with bricks in the hood
i stayed down and got rich in the hood
bad b-tch, p-ssy good
got a sh-ll case for the .38 with the wood
i should hit me a jugg, i’m good
put a whole 3.5 in a backwoods
i don’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, they hollywood
c-m in that b-tch and i’m dabbing like robin hood
getting that money, f-cking these b-tches
f-ck the police, we don’t f-ck with no snitches
stayed down, went from the rags to the riches
me and baby uiie run up the digits
ooh, let me stop for a minute
f-ck that bullsh-t, we got glocks with extensions
real n-gg-s, we don’t beef over mentions
we still in the hood, in the trenches
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