HoodRich Pablo Juan

[fox69]

"First I Trap, Then I Dab"
(feat. Skippa Da Flippa & Mango Foo)

"First I Trap, Then I Dab"
(feat. Skippa Da Flippa & Mango Foo)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
First I trap, then I dab
Trap, then I dab
Trap, then dab
I'm trapping and I'm dabbing
I need a whole lot of cash
Yeah, a lot of cash
Big whole bag of cash y'all niggas been having
Looking for a bitch to fuck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My nigga, I'm strapped the fuck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I'm a savage

Bounced through the trap like I'm Bugs Bunny with the carrots
Swing my doors, still serve out the cabinet
Plug nigga, I don't do camping
.45 put him in the casket
Three bitches got fat asses
I'm on prescription, transition glasses
Pacific dabbing, nigga, check out my fashion
I bought the Benz and I crashed it
Plug call me Flash, the fastest
Fucked that little bitch with a Magnum
Send me the skrt, I'ma pass it
I fucked that little bitch like a savage
Shoot good, aim, nigga, accurate
I make the pack do backflips
I fucked that little bitch if she got hip
Still got the strap on my hip
I dropped off the pack, then I dip
Call your big homie, make you get dealt
Geeked up, nigga shoot off the rip
Just bought a pint, nigga, through a zip
So fine, nigga, you equipped
Construction worker, look what I built
I'm working my wrist like the windmill
Four Xans, six Percs, ten pills

First I trap, then I dab
Trap, then I dab
Trap, then dab
I'm trapping and I'm dabbing
I need a whole lot of cash
Yeah, a lot of cash
Big whole bag of cash y'all niggas been having
Looking for a bitch to fuck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My nigga, I'm strapped the fuck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I'm a savage

[Mango Foo:]
I got a strap like a seatbelt
Pull up in the hood
I'm trapping, I'm serving, I'm working in the Porsche, it's a V12
Chopper so hot, made the seat melt
No Tom Brady, pistol work out with accuracy
Pick up the work, run it up like an athlete
Walk in the trap, they treat me like your majesty
If you try to jack, it's gon' be a casualty
No elementary, I got the babies
All my niggas serving crack like the eighties
Most of my clientele, they be Caucasian
Call up my shooters, they with them Haitians

[Skippa Da Flippa:]
Pour a two liter in a two-seater
Porsche truck and the Forgi Bimmer
Have a player meeting, so we eat at Cheetah
Work pack crazy, never been a reader
Body slam like Van Damme
I drink pints of drink, I can't put it on cam
Percocets, man, I can't fuck with the Xans
Money stack tall, I just am who I am
You check your swag and I check my dab
Heavy flow traffic like I'm just some slabs
I'm the type to buy it and then check the tab
You checking my pockets, you better know math

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
First I trap, then I dab
Trap, then I dab
Trap, then dab
I'm trapping and I'm dabbing
I need a whole lot of cash
Yeah, a lot of cash
Big whole bag of cash y'all niggas been having
Looking for a bitch to fuck
Gotta have ass
Yeah, she gotta have ass
She gotta have it
My nigga, I'm strapped the fuck up
I got that pistol tucked
Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I'm a savage

 

[fox69]

"Fish In The Coupe"

"Fish In The Coupe"


Hoodrich Pablo Juan, man
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
I need all of that

I'm Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
Watch how they move
I go to the border, I'm Tom Cruise
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm plugged in Houston, Texas, like I'm Trae the Truth
Robber turned trapper, I'm a rapper with a W
I'm rapping them up at the W
Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
My last name is Juan, I'm scraping the skrt, skrt
Poof, I turn one brick to two
I'm riding round with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I got some young niggas with the dreads shoot like the Rasta
Pull up with no problem
I got a .38 revolver
Too much gold on me, feel like I'm Shabba
Diamonds from Africa, [?]
Only real niggas on the MONY POWR RSPT roster
Used to be trappers and robbers
Told all my niggas we getting Ferraris
Me and Dre used to trap with an Atari
Candler Road, remember where it started?
Plug nigga, but I turned to an artist
The hood told me you go the hardest
Don't give no fuck, I'm gon' get this shit regardless
We gon' pull up on them on the Harley
Bricks in the fender bender
I got the Britney Spears
And I got Molly, I got it

I'm Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
Watch how they move
I go to the border, I'm Tom Cruise
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm plugged in Houston, Texas, like I'm Trae the Truth
Robber turned trapper, I'm a rapper with a W
I'm rapping them up at the W
Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
My last name is Juan, I'm scraping the skrt, skrt
Poof, I turn one brick to two
I'm riding round with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I'm riding downtown with Bobby Brown
Fifty bricks, nigga, fifty pounds
You can come and get it, I'll serve you right now
He taking too long, I'ma break it down
Riding dirty in my brand new Mercedes
Four baby bottles, I'm having them babies
Come down the wrong way, you think that shit gravy?
Come with that money or I'll send you to Grady
Whip with the left, hold the pot with the right
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred on the dice
Kick down your door, I'm a thief in the night
Cut the brick open, I keep me a knife
My homie got mad 'cause I fucked with the white
No NBA player, I'm dunking in white
Christian Louboutin with different colored spikes
Come jump in my hood like a Thriller, I'm Mike
Fuck with them Percs and them Mollies, I might
Givenchy Rottweiler, my dog gon' bite
Cooking up fish and I add in the spike
I put a four in a one-liter, dirty ass Sprite
I'm a player, nigga, I don't fuck hoes twice
Have a nigga shoot you, that's smoke from a pipe
I married the money, they throwing rice
Got goonies at night like The Poltergeist
Got fish in the coupe and I'm going to Michigan
Young niggas shoot, don't think, they ignorant
Keep me a strap 'cause I know I got many men
They faking, these niggas scared to be my enemy
I re-up with Andrew and stack all the Benjamins
Practice cooking up a zip like I'm scrimmaging
Having a lot of tree like I'm Timberland
Fish tail in the coupe, nigga, with the fish in it

I'm Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
Watch how they move
I go to the border, I'm Tom Cruise
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm plugged in Houston, Texas, like I'm Trae the Truth
Robber turned trapper, I'm a rapper with a W
I'm rapping them up at the W
Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
My last name is Juan, I'm scraping the skrt, skrt
Poof, I turn one brick to two
I'm riding round with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe

 

[fox69]

"Flawless"

"Flawless"


Live for it, die 'bout my respect
Yeah she fine but I ain't impressed
Ooh, drinking that Hi-Tech
I'm on the grind, chasing that check
She give me that neck, it be wet
Brand new Rari, this ain't no 'Vette
Everything foreign, I got obsessed
He cuffin' her yeah, she under arrest
I'm the greatest, you the less
My drugs is designer, they the best
Covered in diamonds, VVS
Yeah I'm fly, private jet
Yeah I'm flawless, my diamonds they flawless
My whips they flawless, my chopper from New Orleans

These bitches so bad they don't need no makeup
Can't pay attention to these fuck niggas, had to pay cut
All this ice on me, goddamn a nigga caked up
I smoke gelato ice cream, and I'm drinkin' maple
That bitch a fool, thought I was her man, call her April
Fuck you thought, I ain't no Superman, ain't tryna save her
I'm ballin', drinkin' yellow purple in LA, Lakers
Iced out the time clock, I feel like Flava Flava
Ooh, look at my ice, it brought out the slime
Broke nigga better have money for bond
Called up the plug, I'm worth three tons
My nigga caught a body, still on the run
Stay on the sidewalk, it ain't fun
Big opp, I grew up with choppers and guns
Remember stealing and robbing for the crumbs
Still the same nigga without the funds
Twelve years old, I bought me a gun
I was sellin' the dope just as fast as it come
I was stuck in the hood but I know I'm the one
Lights off, gotta turn 'em on
When I was young, wanted to fuck Raven Symone
Now all of my bitches they bad to the bone
Got so many bricks I could build up a home
I drop off the pack in the hood then I'm gone

Live for it, die 'bout my respect
Yeah she fine but I ain't impressed
Ooh, drinking that Hi-Tech
I'm on the grind, chasing that check
She give me that neck, it be wet
Brand new Rari, this ain't no 'Vette
Everything foreign, I got obsessed
He cuffin' her yeah, she under arrest
I'm the greatest, you the less
My drugs is designer, they the best
Covered in diamonds, VVS
Yeah I'm fly, private jet
Yeah I'm flawless, my diamonds they flawless
My whips they flawless, my chopper from New Orleans

Yeah, they gave me the ball now I'm hoggin'
Same nigga hating, I'm the nigga, now they fallin'
Fifteen hundred for these skinny jeans, they Balmain
The dope fiends still remember me, I got 'em arguing
At first she was stalling, now my phone she keep calling
I'm good with problem solving, even better with revolvers
I keep that ho revolving
VS diamonds on me like I'm drowning in water
South By Southwest, I take the dope out to Austin
Got powers like I'm Austin
I do this so often
I'm fly, I ain't walkin'
Put a hole in your head like a dolphin
Since a young nigga, always been bossin'
Go see the killers when I visit Boston
Now I use blue hundreds for the flossing

Live for it, die 'bout my respect
Yeah she fine but I ain't impressed
Ooh, drinking that Hi-Tech
I'm on the grind, chasing that check
She give me that neck, it be wet
Brand new Rari, this ain't no 'Vette
Everything foreign, I got obsessed
He cuffin' her yeah, she under arrest
I'm the greatest, you the less
My drugs is designer, they the best
Covered in diamonds, VVS
Yeah I'm fly, private jet
Yeah I'm flawless, my diamonds they flawless
My whips they flawless, my chopper from New Orleans

 

[fox69]

"Forreal"
(feat. DrugRixh Pe$o)

"Forreal"
(feat. DrugRixh Pe$o)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Serve a brick with my Ballys on
Got a AP and a Rollie on
I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
Nigga, this real life
This just ain't no song
Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
Know some niggas that ain't never fucking coming home
All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

All it take is one slip-up
Gotta make the right decisions
Learned from the dead homies
Gotta move with precision
Never been a dummy
Read up on two different religions
I got eyes in the back of my head
I never let a nigga catch me slipping
Society say I'm a menace
Fuck a job, nigga, I'm trying to get richness
Dope hole nigga, trapping in the trenches
My niggas will kill you, they find out you snitching
Crossed the club and niggas out there with bitches
Still got a hundred real niggas with it
Got some niggas hating me, won't admit it
Fuck them pussies, I'ma fuck on their bitches
Never had nothing, I'm happy for my critics
That just means you see how I'm living
Brought all my brothers with me from the trenches
My bitch, she act like a princess
Still got a cup of real nigga left
Still got some niggas gotta get dealt
Money bandana
Money, power, and respect

Serve a brick with my Ballys on
Got a AP and a Rollie on
I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
Nigga, this real life
This just ain't no song
Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
Know some niggas that ain't never fucking coming home
All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

[DrugRixh Pe$o:]
I stayed down, so the AP and the Rollie on me
All praise to Allah, that's the big homie
Trapping and juuging, I'm known for that code
Hit it, we [?]
On 1'5, slamming these pussies for riches
Ain't no way that none of my niggas switching
MONY POWR RSPT, know the Feds tryna blame us
I know that they had it, my diamonds to blame
I'm in the trenches, ain't no tucking my chain
I started with nicks, now I'm holding things
So my bad bitch call my hoe names
Serve a nigga with the unknown name
Switching phones up, other shit on my wrist
On 1'5, I've been cooking up the bricks
From what the streets say, don't snitch
I got this Rollie on my wrist from the 'mix
DrugRixh living lavish, nigga, fuck a bitch
Keep a stick on me when I serve the bricks
On Percocets and Xans, playas know that shit
Serving the bricks, nigga, watch out for Vics
We did it on our own, MONY POWR RSPT shit
Real life trapper, no counterfeit
Free all my niggas that's banging that murder shit
And thankful for God for keeping me safe with that 30 clip

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Serve a brick with my Ballys on
Got a AP and a Rollie on
I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
Nigga, this real life
This just ain't no song
Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
Know some niggas that ain't never fucking coming home
All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

 

[fox69]

"Fortunes"

"Fortunes"


First name Hood, man
What the fuck going on, man?
MONY POWR RSPT

Trapped out the apartment, we ain't have a porch
I see the hate through these Tom Fords
Got a lot of green like a golf course
I was starving, now I got a full course
The chopper hit you, split you into fours
Chop him again, put him in the forest
I chop a brick like I'm Chuck Norris
I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded
Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes
I need the fortunes
Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune
Got rich in the hood, I'm having fortunes
Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous
I made myself worth a fortune
Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses
Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune

Serve a brick while I'm recording
OG like the Bred Jordans
Pull up in the horse like Ralph Lauren
I got too many hoes, it done got boring
I need the fortunes
Gotta pay my momma mortgage
We visit the hood with the roaches
Trap for real, park the Porsche so the police don't notice
Never going broke, my nigga, you bogus
.30, 50 hundred rounds, we loaded
Drinking an eighth of that Kobe
I can shoot good from afar like I'm Manu Ginobili
I should've listen to what my momma told me
Fuck that, momma, gotta get me a Rollie
Still serving, ask the junkies they know me
I put on my Ballys when I'm going bowling

Trapped out the apartment, we ain't have a porch
I see the hate through these Tom Fords
Got a lot of green like a golf course
I was starving, now I got a full course
The chopper hit you, split you into fours
Chop him again, put him in the forest
I chop a brick like I'm Chuck Norris
I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded
Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes
I need the fortunes
Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune
Got rich in the hood, I'm having fortunes
Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous
I made myself worth a fortune
Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses
Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune

I grew up by junkies, ain't have many choices
Seeing dead people, hearing voices
Telling me, "Get it, take it, no remorse"
My trap bunking like a pandora
Working the pan, watch the door
Hotel trap like a store
Raw 'tech coming in
From El Salvador
Flip a little brick, call my plug, I need more
I'm riding a horse, they like, "Feed me, Seymour"
I need an endorsement, Givenchy galore
Quarter million dollars, got on a poor
You know I'm in Designers you can't afford
Catching plays at the basketball court
Olympics, four rings, I'm holding the torch
Don't play with me, nigga, I'm pressing full court
I got a shot with the 30 like Curry
Having the fortunes, I just got it buried
Pussy nigga, why the fuck would I worry?
Early morning nigga, up with the birdies
You know me: if I ain't rapping, I'm serving
Gratuity on the curbside service
I got rich when they thought I was worthless
Fucking a foreign bitch on them Perkys

Trapped out the apartment, we ain't have a porch
I see the hate through these Tom Fords
Got a lot of green like a golf course
I was starving, now I got a full course
The chopper hit you, split you into fours
Chop him again, put him in the forest
I chop a brick like I'm Chuck Norris
I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded
Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes
I need the fortunes
Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune
Got rich in the hood, I'm having fortunes
Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous
I made myself worth a fortune
Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses
Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune

 

[fox69]

"From The Hood"

"From The Hood"


Pablo Juan, man
Here you go, you know what I'm saying?
You know what my first name is, nigga
MONY POWR RSPT

I used to eat the Ramen noodles with the roaches
I'm from the hood, we don't use holsters
I trapped out the bando till the eviction notice
28, add a seven of baking soda
Found me a plug, look like Mendoza
First car: old school, no motor
I bust down the brick in my dime-like boulders
I get all the white like I'm Head & Shoulders
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, the fuck you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, to the law
I'm from the hood, nigga, get it off
I'm from the hood, nigga, can't be soft
I'm from the hood, stepped off in the trap house

I'm from the hood, we all got it on us
I'm not scared of them bricks and them bales of marijuana
Made a long way from trapping on the corner, ducking undercover
Now I serve the dopeman, give extras to the junkies and they love us
I smell like I came from the gutter
I came in this bitch with my brothers
I shoot with the chopper, I stutter
If that's my nigga, then his mother my mother
I'm a motherfucker, I fucked your baby momma
I chop up your body like a puzzle
You a gangsta trapper [?]
I just really know how to hustle
But if a nigga try me, bet I'ma bust him
MONY POWR RSPT, I put that on my mother
You say my name on the track, you're going six feet under

I used to eat the Ramen noodles with the roaches
I'm from the hood, we don't use holsters
I trapped out the bando till the eviction notice
28, add a seven of baking soda
Found me a plug, look like Mendoza
First car: old school, no motor
I bust down the brick in my dime-like boulders
I get all the white like I'm Head & Shoulders
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, the fuck you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, to the law
I'm from the hood, nigga, get it off
I'm from the hood, nigga, can't be soft
I'm from the hood, stepped off in the trap house

Still pull up to the trap house
Jump out the rental with my strap out
I see you through the rearview camera when I back out
Chopper'll blow a nigga back out
Shoot the dice, a nigga cracked out
Junkies smoking at the crackhouse
My nigga locked up got back out
I go to the club, pull them racks out
Same nigga, I ain't going nowhere
Still serving, nigga, I don't care
Always strapped, nigga, never bare
Got guerilla, they ready for warfare
I brought a whole pint just to share
Vette in the trap like I'm Ric Flair
Trap in the hallway, a brick on the scale
We always here, nigga, you never there

I used to eat the Ramen noodles with the roaches
I'm from the hood, we don't use holsters
I trapped out the bando till the eviction notice
28, add a seven of baking soda
Found me a plug, look like Mendoza
First car: old school, no motor
I bust down the brick in my dime-like boulders
I get all the white like I'm Head & Shoulders
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, the fuck you thought?
I'm from the hood, nigga, to the law
I'm from the hood, nigga, get it off
I'm from the hood, nigga, can't be soft
I'm from the hood, stepped off in the trap house

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Da Haters"

"Fuck Da Haters"


Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds
Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage
Four in that twenty, I'm drinking that muddy
I don't need juice when I'm drinking, on Tussin
Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me
Getting mine, I don't play by my money
Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing
Don't run up, my nigga, because I'ma bust you
Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it
Very important, everything 'bout the money
Got trap bunking on a Sunday
Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred
Stayed down and I fuck up the commas
Got a bitch that look like Madonna
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it
Fuck a hater and his opinions
Got a sweet trap, selling sugar and cinnamon
Fuck the law, we don't fuck with them
Trap jumping, balling over the rim
I ain't gon' kill you, I'ma cut off a limb
You a plankton nigga, smaller than a shrimp
Bought two bricks, I'ma double them
I put it in the pot, it's bubbling
Gotta cold rinse, use the oven mitts
I can fuck with the roaches, but not the rats
Strapped up like we at war at Iraq
So many traps, I done wore out my welcome mat
Pocket rocket with my belt buckle
I'm a big dog, little pussy cat
Got money and power, won't take no disrespect
My jewelry wet, got these bitches getting wet
Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds
Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage
Four in that twenty, I'm drinking that muddy
I don't need juice when I'm drinking, on Tussin
Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me
Getting mine, I don't play by my money
Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing
Don't run up, my nigga, because I'ma bust you
Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it
Very important, everything 'bout the money
Got trap bunking on a Sunday
Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred
Stayed down and I fuck up the commas
Got a bitch that look like Madonna
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it
Plugged in, put the fish in the oven
Fuck the hater, he ain't talking 'bout nothing
All of my young niggas get to the money
Jumped out the plane and she chews on my leg
Specific nigga, this a Spiffy production
Givenchy, nigga, man, I got by the dozen
These niggas hating 'cause their bitches, they love it
I'm strapped up everywhere, I act up in public
Since a young nigga, been faithful to hundreds
I need a mill worth of Harriet Tubmans
No liquor, Act, Hitech, and Tussin
Dressing fancy topic of discussion
I was in the hood, if you don't know me, you wasn't
Working for profit, everything 'bout the money
Smoke it, cook it, these bitches love it
Get on your knees, bitch, suck it
Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds
Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage
Four in that twenty, I'm drinking that muddy
I don't need juice when I'm drinking, on Tussin
Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me
Getting mine, I don't play by my money
Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing
Don't run up, my nigga, because I'ma bust you
Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it
Very important, everything 'bout the money
Got trap bunking on a Sunday
Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred
Stayed down and I fuck up the commas
Got a bitch that look like Madonna
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it

 

[fox69]

"Fuck From Round Me"

"Fuck From Round Me"


I don't need nan nigga vouching
Stuffed up with hundreds, don't sit on them couches
Fresh off the 80 dollars, a nigga doubt me
Fresh cut
Seven grams, staying down, turned it to a hundred thousand
Trapped at the housing
I paid the rent for a year straight in my public housing
Ride around with that chopper, my nigga might blast [?] Audi
Hating ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
You ain't getting money? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're pillow talking? Get the fuck from 'round me
Dabber jackers, get the fuck from 'round me
You gon' shoot nothing? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're known for cuffing, get the fuck from 'round me
Bitch, if you ain't talking 'bout nothing, get the fuck around me
If your friend ugly, get the fuck from 'round me
They act like they know me now
Sensei, nigga, the Golden Child
Country fried chicken, my up north nigga come to get it
He said he like country style
Came up, nigga selling break down
I cook it for you, I'ma take out a 9
Chop a nigga, gon' respect mine
Got newborn 9, bedtime
I'm hearing static, think the Feds on the line
Tell me how the blind gon' lead the blind
Different type of nigga, one of a kind
Different flavor cookie, one every kind
.40 rapping like it's signed
Touched down, nigga, prime time
They trying to buy work through the grapevine
Tell Auntie I don't sell dimes
5.56, get hit with the 9 nine times
Pussy nigga, hope you got nine lives
Wait, play with the keys, no eyes
If you ain't getting money, get the fuck from 'round me
MONY POWR RSPT staying down
Heavyweight champion, pound-for-pound
Nigga get found in that lost and found
I got two choppers, nigga, two hundred rounds
I don't need nan nigga vouching
Stuffed up with hundreds, don't sit on them couches
Fresh off the 80 dollars, a nigga doubt me
Fresh cut
Seven grams, staying down, turned it to a hundred thousand
Trapped at the housing
I paid the rent for a year straight in my public housing
Ride around with that chopper, my nigga might blast [?] Audi
Hating ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
You ain't getting money? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're pillow talking? Get the fuck from 'round me
Dabber jackers, get the fuck from 'round me
You gon' shoot nothing? Get the fuck from 'round me
You known for cuffing, get the fuck from 'round me
Bitch, if you ain't talking 'bout nothing, get the fuck around me
If your friend ugly, get the fuck from 'round me
Fuck nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
Hating nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
Ugly bitches, get the fuck from 'round me
Fifty on me like they already signed me
Chopper work off in the hood on consignment
Three bitches like I'm Frankie Lymon
Fifty pointer Rollie, got perfect timing
Still in the trap, nigga, you know where to find me
Juug off a mountain, I'm rock climbing
Send the bitch home like I'm Simon
Whip on the left, I got dope on my diamonds
Come and shoot your trap up in the Mazi
These niggas be lying
I'm in the jungle, I'm a lion
Poured about four lines
Then I serve a junkie a line at the same damn time
I don't need nan nigga vouching
Stuffed up with hundreds, don't sit on them couches
Fresh off the 80 dollars, a nigga doubt me
Fresh cut
Seven grams, staying down, turned it to a hundred thousand
Trapped at the housing
I paid the rent for a year straight in my public housing
Ride around with that chopper, my nigga might blast [?] Audi
Hating ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
You ain't getting money? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're pillow talking? Get the fuck from 'round me
Dabber jackers, get the fuck from 'round me
You gon' shoot nothing? Get the fuck from 'round me
You known for cuffing, get the fuck from 'round me
Bitch, if you ain't talking 'bout nothing, get the fuck around me
If your friend ugly, get the fuck from 'round me

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Sum"

"Fuck Sum"


Walk right side, safe
Walk left side, safe
Walk middle, sooner or later you get the squish, just like grape

Fuck beating around the bushes, baby, I'ma tell you straight up
Put my number in your phone, we gon' talk about it later
She probably somewhere laid up
I'm somewhere being a player
I never was her boyfriend, so we can never break up
Girl, I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some
I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some
Girl, I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some
I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some

Ooh, I can't tell you straight up what I really wanna tell you
Gotta keep it cool, I can't chase no cat like Tom & Jerry
Got good pussy like strawberry
She look like she made for the ballplayers
She shaving that pussy, got no hair
I fuck on that hoe like I was a bear
Percocets got a nigga going in
Poured up a four, I let the hoe drink the Hen
I wanna fuck some
Baby girl look like she work out and run
Ass just right, it fit right in my palms
Sucking your titties like a newborn
I really wanna fuck some
But first, you gotta use your tongue

Fuck beating around the bushes, baby, I'ma tell you straight up
Put my number in your phone, we gon' talk about it later
She probably somewhere laid up
I'm somewhere being a player
I never was her boyfriend, so we can never break up
Girl, I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some
I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some
Girl, I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some
I wanna fuck some, I wanna fuck some

 

[fox69]

"Get Da Money Up"
(feat. DrugRixh Hect)

"Get Da Money Up"
(feat. DrugRixh Hect)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Yeah, man, real shit, nigga
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
I'll never trade all my niggas, nigga
Wasn't raised like that, nigga
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These niggas don't even know what the fuck they hating on
Young nigga came from the slum, I ain't used to have shit, nigga, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my niggas like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up
[DrugRixh Hect:]
Down bad on my dick
I ain't even have a crumb
DrugRixh came from nothing
Stayed down, then I came back with a big bomb
Serving Panda Express like I'm King Kong
Percs and the cookies, you know what I'm on
Country nigga came in quick and he gon' stay down for my blessing
Got a quick draw with the Smith & Wesson
Gotta watch out for niggas, these niggas be telling
On the bullshit, but I'm still the dealer
Heard the hood dime bag nigga turned on they man
Hopped out the whip, put the chopper on my close friend
DrugRixh, bitch, I hate the middleman
Hundred bags came in the trash can
Come get it quick, man, this shit going fast, man
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These niggas don't even know what the fuck they hating on
Young nigga came from the slum, I ain't used to have shit, nigga, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my niggas like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up
[DrugRixh Pe$o:]
I came from nothing, got a big bag
Went from nickels, sacks to giving fuck niggas toe tags
MONY POWR RSPT, I just want a hundred cash
Cartier frames with the gold glass
Kick house, whipping up the cold glass
Gold rags stuffed in Buscemi bags
Got a hundred on my neck, I don't need flags
Once I trap it, jugg it, I had to run it up
Ain't no sense in pouring a pint in the double cup
Young nigga, better get your money up
If I'm your type of shit, you know we next up
You try the gang, I'll lit the Draco up
I beat on them drums, make it hiccup
I'm hired for first, deliver the dump truck
A real nigga, but the gun tucked
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These niggas don't even know what the fuck they hating on
Young nigga came from the slum, I ain't used to have shit, nigga, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my niggas like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up