HoodRich Pablo Juan

[fox69]

"Got My Tool On Me"
(feat. DC White)

"Got My Tool On Me"
(feat. DC White)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging
Little boy, don't give no fuck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The fuck you looking at, nigga? Oh, I forgot I'm famous
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me

I started serving two-for-five with the 38
Got a call from a country nigga that was out of state
He was steak, I had to eat his plate
I've got to keep the tool on me, might remember face
Keep the AK 'cause I ain't going out like Trayvon Martin
Red 223 tucked in his leg, got him barely walking
Kill will keep the sawed off pump and still across
Got some killers waiting on me, she get in there to come and [?]

I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging
Little boy, don't give no fuck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The fuck you looking at, nigga? Oh, I forgot I'm famous
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me

You can have this shit, nigga, you catch me slipping, nigga
Eleven times out of ten, I got my pistol, nigga
Bulldogs, I bet if death kissed you, nigga
Let my young nigga get him, he'll be somewhere, Mississippi River
Rap beef, nigga, end up on the milk carton, nigga
Gotta free my nigga Guwop, that's my favorite real nigga
Banana clips get to peeling all you monkey ass niggas
What the fuck you got a pistol for and ain't gon' pull the trigger?
Fuck nigga

I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging
Little boy, don't give no fuck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The fuck you looking at, nigga? Oh, I forgot I'm famous
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me

[DC White:]
I got the tool on me, don't make a move, homie
Run up on me, leave them stiff, wrap them like a mummy
50K, all hundreds, all blue on me
My shooter hold the 40 while I'm out serving dummies
I'm Frank Lucas of the trap, I can't serve you with no strap
Me and Pablo, four wins back to back, strap in every lap
Proceed with caution, I got killers in Slauson, I finessed a nigga from Boston
I whipped up the brick, I got the wheel of fortune

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging
Little boy, don't give no fuck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The fuck you looking at, nigga? Oh, I forgot I'm famous
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me
I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me

 

[fox69]

"Graveyard Shift"

"Graveyard Shift"


Fresh as a bitch like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
I see you haters through Cartier lenses
I handle it, I don't let bitches in my business
Shooter with me, they gon' leave the clip empty
Fuck the Mazi, nigga, go get the Bentley
I beat the charges, ain't no cases pendin'
I pop the Perc, but I should've took Ritalin
I fuck that bitch, put the dick in her kidney
Chef in the kitchen, I'm fryin' the chickens
Whipped too many bricks, my wrist still spinnin'
Shoppin' for cookies with no lemons
Pineapple Fanta, I put a whole 4 in it
Callin' for bags, wanna know the ticket
Dependin', is you gettin' gas or the midget?
I push the weight like I was a gymnast
I work the graveyard shift with the gremlins

I might just kick you, the boot in my Timberlands
I don't fuck with these niggas, they some frenemies
Ride with the stick, I'm stackin' up Benjamins
VS1 diamonds on me and they glistenin'
Shh, you know the feds listenin'
I got that pound cake and I'm deliverin'
I ain't paranoid, nigga, I keep artillery
Fresh Prince, fuck a bitch look like Hilary
Ooh, drank too much lean, they said its killin' me
V on my ski mask stand for the villainy
She swallow the babies, I don't want no children
I used to trap right in front of the building
Now I'm rich, pinna go buy me a building
I want the pints of the Hi Tech sealed
Water on me like a Navy SEAL
Pablo with the Juan like David Copperfield
Designer closet, it look like a cotton field
One on one, shawty, he keep the Glock on him
I go to Broccoli, fuck with my patna dem
I made the white boy break the rim
I go buy one and I'm takin' ten
Cook on the same stove that the cookies bakin' in
When I go in Louis V, don't ask what I spend
Lord forgive me, 'cause I know that I sinned

Fresh as a bitch like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
I see you haters through Cartier lenses
I handle it, I don't let bitches in my business
Shooter with me, they gon' leave the clip empty
Fuck the Mazi, nigga, go get the Bentley
I beat the charges, ain't no cases pendin'
I pop the Perc, but I should've took Ritalin
I fuck that bitch, put the dick in her kidney
Chef in the kitchen, I'm fryin' the chickens
Whipped too many bricks, my wrist still spinnin'
Shoppin' for cookies with no lemons
Pineapple Fanta, I put a whole 4 in it
Callin' for bags, wanna know the ticket
Dependin', is you gettin' gas or the midget?
I push the weight like I was a gymnast
I work the graveyard shift with the gremlins

Grill is hot, got to cool it with water
Young nigga trappin', came up off a quarter
Nigga, I'm rich for sure, not sort of
Serve a nigga, better come place your order
Need the whole thing, nigga, don't come shorter
I'm up late night with the killers and snorters
I'm brighter than night, nigga, don't I look gorgeous
We shootin' that nigga like we was the stores
Count up the money, bitch, don't break my scale
Scale on the floor, I go weigh up a whale
I don't see haters like I could read Braille
Fuck that lil bitch and tell her keep my mail
Brr, brr, sale after sale
Wholesale, let my lil nigga do retail
He pay first, I lower the ticket, that's presale
Fresh as a bitch, rock Chanel for males

Fresh as a bitch like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
I see you haters through Cartier lenses
I handle it, I don't let bitches in my business
Shooter with me, they gon' leave the clip empty
Fuck the Mazi, nigga, go get the Bentley
I beat the charges, ain't no cases pendin'
I pop the Perc, but I should've took Ritalin
I fuck that bitch, put the dick in her kidney
Chef in the kitchen, I'm fryin' the chickens
Whipped too many bricks, my wrist still spinnin'
Shoppin' for cookies with no lemons
Pineapple Fanta, I put a whole 4 in it
Callin' for bags, wanna know the ticket
Dependin', is you gettin' gas or the midget?
I push the weight like I was a gymnast
I work the graveyard shift with the gremlins

 

[fox69]

"Have You Ever Seen It"

"Have You Ever Seen It"


[Johnny Cinco:]
Have you ever seen it?
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
I could get it all in one night, get it off in one play
Get it off in one play, get it all in one day
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
I could get it off in one day, get it off in one play
Get it off in one way, tell me, have you seen it today?
Tractor trailer, it's whatever
I know better, I won't tell you
I won't say, I won't mail you
I won't scare you, I won't fucking scare you
Take a deuce out every nine, I shouldn't even have to tell you
I've been trapping since I was nine, I shouldn't even have to tell you
Drinks cost $200 a line, I shouldn't even have to tell you
I got two hundred of them lines and I ain't have to say
I got, like, two hundred, [?] got me, like, two hundred
I need, like two hundred, I got, like, two hundred
I bought the new Hummer, new llama
New llama, new chopper, new chopper, new normal
A little bit for you, momma, you, momma
Hop out of bed everyday, that's for you, momma
I ran it up for a few commas
I ran it up for a few summers
Have you ever seen it?
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
I could get it all in one night, get it off in one play
Get it off in one play, get it all in one day
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
I could get it off in one day, get it off in one play
Get it off in one way, tell me, have you seen it today?
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Fuck a esé, my esé know my resume
Specific expensive credentials
Walking in red bottoms with the spikes on them
Like my foot got caught in some splinters
[?] choppers and pistols
Fuck around and get missing
I'm cooking and shooting at the same time
Working out both of my wrists
Young nigga run up there [?] rob you, nigga, like you D'Angelo
I'm Ray Charles, I don't see nothing
Got more keys than pianos
MONY POWR RSPT, mafioso Soprano
Still trapping out the bando
Walk up on me, I'ma shoot off your toe
Still tote when I meet the plug at the boat
[Johnny Cinco:]
Have you ever seen it?
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
I could get it all in one night, get it off in one play
Get it off in one play, get it all in one day
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
Tell me, have you ever seen it?
I could get it off in one day, get it off in one play
Get it off in one way, tell me, have you seen it today?

 

[fox69]

"Head Shot"

"Head Shot"


Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah
All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga
Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga
Ain't worried 'bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain't no killers
I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas
Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga
Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga
Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga
You gon' drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga
Yeah, nigga play pussy, get fucked
Nigga better run, better duck
When I catch him, he run out of luck
I pull up and hop out a all black truck
Real hood like the all black Chucks
Put that lil boy in the tux
Wrap him up like a fruit roll up
Ain't no limit on my soldiers
Aim for his head and his shoulders
Yeah, sensei, I keep two guns like nunchucks
Bitch nigga, you ain't got no nuts
Hole in his head like a donut
Hit him with the stick, get smoked like dust, yeah
These niggas Coogi
Chopper gon' knock off that Kufi
No job, go to work with that toolie
Yeah, chopsticks turn him to sushi
Shoot out the clip like a movie
We got the guns like Toys R Us
F&N with the 30 clip tucked
Killers, they wait in the cut
These niggas talk too much
Ain't gon' do none of that fuss
You gon' die slow like 'Tuss
Chess moves, set him up
Better watch hoes you fuck
Nigga, you don't even know who you can trust
I send a blitz, a rush
All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga
Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga
Ain't worried 'bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain't no killers
I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas
Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga
Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga
Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga
You gon' drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga

 

[fox69]

"Heavyweight"

"Heavyweight"


Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
When this chopper spray, hit the floor, ay bay bay
I got a Glock and the AK, that's everyday
Fifty bands on me with all blue, I pay what I weigh
Nigga what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight, nigga, I'm a heavyweight

Got a migo with bricks coming in, andale
[?] I'd probably sell a ton a day
The AK hitting anything when it spray
I'm selling that shit, make it camp in your face
Fuck the judge, nigga, beat another case
I'm a OG, little boy, stay in your place
Momma used to go and pray
I ain't get a job, nigga, got work and it pay
We drinking that lean like it's Bombay
I'm still with my niggas from section 8
Got African diamonds like Kunta Kinte
I fucked up a twenty at Magic on Wednesday
Been rocking Designer since '08
I used to eat McDonald's, fish filet
Now at Ruth's Chris, steak, make it filet
Take your bitch and her friend with me, I'm a heavyweight

Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
When this chopper spray, hit the floor, ay bay bay
I got a Glock and the AK, that's everyday
Fifty bands on me with all blue, I pay what I weigh
Nigga what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight, nigga, I'm a heavyweight

Heavyweight nigga, undefeated like I'm Mayweather
Keep a Desert Eagle with the short barrel
Shoot the chopper retarded like Little Darryl
MONY POWR RSPT, don't fuck with no cowards
Go to DC for my little bitch from Howard
Shoot with the chopper, that's a bullet shower
Straight down, cut your lights off like Georgia power
I make what you make in a day in an hour
They had to pat your nigga up, [?] sour
Free my niggas Bobby Shmurda and Rowdy
Still murk a nigga and go live in Cali
Wood grain rusty chopper match the Ballys
You in the house, I'm trapping in alleys
Heavyweight, nigga, bought momma a palace
I make the junkies do the Poole Palace

Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
Nigga, what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight
When this chopper spray, hit the floor, ay bay bay
I got a Glock and the AK, that's everyday
Fifty bands on me with all blue, I pay what I weigh
Nigga what you weigh?
I'm a heavyweight, nigga, I'm a heavyweight

 

[fox69]

"Hit It From The Back"

"Hit It From The Back"


First I get it wet, then I bend you over
Next I put this dick in you, now it's game over
We can do it fast, we can do it slower
Hit it from the back, trying to put it in your shoulder
Hit it from the front, open legs like a folder
I want on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa
Sitting on this dick, she ride it from the back
And when I stick it deep, I got her doing jumping jacks
And I let her come first, then she let me catch
Pull it out in perfect timing, I always make a mess
Glasses on like a teacher, grade-A sex
Girl, slow down 'cause that pussy too wet

I'ma run a marathon in that pussy for a mile
Sex like a pornstar, I'ma show you how
To make that pussy talk, make that pussy smile
And it don't make me a dog 'cause I like it doggystyle
Turn your ass around, let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, girl, hit you from the back
Turn your ass around, let me hit you from the back, girl
Hit you from the back, let me hit you from the back

Girl, turn around, I see your butt and for something
To look back at me, girl, tell me where you're nutting
Grabbing on your waist, I'm pulling on your hair
Put your face in the pillow, ass in the air
Her pussy's so wet, it's raining down her thighs
Missionary cool, but it's better from behind
The way she throw it back, it's like we playing catch
She make it clap when she roll, shawty love to flex
Put that arch in your back, show me you a freak
I'ma stick it so deep, I'ma make it knee-sweet
Give it to her good, make her call me when she horny
Fuck you all night, give you more in the morning

I'ma run a marathon in that pussy for a mile
Sex like a pornstar, I'ma show you how
To make that pussy talk, make that pussy smile
And it don't make me a dog 'cause I like it doggystyle
Turn your ass around, let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, girl, hit you from the back
Turn your ass around, let me hit you from the back, girl
Hit you from the back, let me hit you from the back

I'm doing backstrokes, I'm deep sea diving
Come and ride this plane, baby, I'ma be the pilot
I can tell by the faces you making, you like it
Down, set, hike, she grabbing balls like she hiking
I get inside it, beat it like I'm Tyson
Biting on your ear, spread it on you like icing
Doggystyle, fucking up that hairstyle
Smack you on that ass like you was my bad child

I'ma run a marathon in that pussy for a mile
Sex like a pornstar, I'ma show you how
To make that pussy talk, make that pussy smile
And it don't make me a dog 'cause I like it doggystyle
Turn your ass around, let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, girl, hit you from the back
Turn your ass around, let me hit you from the back, girl
Hit you from the back, let me hit you from the back

 

[fox69]

"Homisquad"
(feat. Goonew & Lil Dude)

"Homisquad"
(feat. Goonew & Lil Dude)



[Goonew:]
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that homicide shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that kill a nigga quick
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that homicide shit, this that kill a nigga quick

[Lil Dude:]
Pray to the cash
I came with the stick so you know I ain't ratchet
These niggas been knew I was dancing
Too many bitches, you know a nigga finesse 'em
Hoodrich turn up the function
Came in this bitch with a whole lot of money
These niggas be dyin' for bluffin'
My young niggas murk and they coming for somethin'
Triple diablo aiming at your muffin
Ain't goin' nowhere without it, I be thuggin'
Spent thirteen hundred on a Stone Island coat
These niggas ain't gettin' no money
They left for the rain, nigga now it's sunny
Told Freak I'ma give him a hundred
Pull on your block and he drive in a Honda
Tell the truth, nigga don't really want it
Automatic sound like thunder
Don't get on that list 'cause we calling that number
Been totin' the stick but the pack comin' summer
Real street nigga, I made these bitches want me
Been sending these niggas Luciano's warning
I hang with the snakes, anancodas
My young niggas spending bands, DJ Drama
I got me an AR pistol, I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' comma

[Goonew:]
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that homicide shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that kill a nigga quick
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that homicide shit, this that kill a nigga quick

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Homicide Boys
Nigga don't play, you know we got the toys
Smoking loud, they ain't making no noise
Hoodrich, we got the money like Floyd
In the trap I'm a lord, cutting the dope with the sword, ooh
Bought the pint, I ain't know what I poured
Wanna be me but you can't afford
Turn a fine lil bitch to a whore
Choppers and sticks, bitch we ready for war
Extended clip, I'ma shoot you some more
I'm rocking that shit you can't find in the store
Everywhere we go got bullets galore
Smoking gelato cookie like a sport
Water on me, boy you stuck on the shore
Ooh, I know she fucking for sure
Smoking gelato, that west coast cure
Bad bitch from San Fransisco
Chopper from Russia when I kick a door
Put water on the money, make it grow
Finesse 'em, tell 'em that I got it for the low
When he come we gon' cut off his throat
Ain't talkin' cola when I'm talkin' 'bout coke
Glock forty, got it tucked in my coat

[Goonew:]
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that homicide shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that kill a nigga quick
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that homicide shit, this that kill a nigga quick

 

[fox69]

"Hood"
(feat. Baby Uiie)

"Hood"
(feat. Baby Uiie)



[Baby Uiie:]
Doubled with the Perc, I stayed down
They wrestling in the trap, I'm playing like Draymond
I had them bitches 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' bitches swear they know me
I got the hood on my shoulders

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Pulled up with bricks in the hood
I stayed down and got rich in the hood
Bad bitch, pussy good
Got a shell 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 fuck with these niggas, they Hollywood
Cum in that bitch and I'm dabbing like Robin Hood
Getting that money, fucking these bitches
Fuck the police, we don't fuck 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
Fuck that bullshit, we got Glocks with extensions
Real niggas, we don't beef over mentions
We still in the hood, in the trenches

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 nigga like me
I'm trapping all day, fuck the police, we gotta get it
Real street nigga 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 nigga, 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

Pulled up with bricks in the hood
I stayed down and got rich in the hood
Bad bitch, pussy good
Got a shell 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 fuck with these niggas, they Hollywood
Cum in that bitch and I'm dabbing like Robin Hood
Getting that money, fucking these bitches
Fuck the police, we don't fuck 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
Fuck that bullshit, we got Glocks with extensions
Real niggas, we don't beef over mentions
We still in the hood, in the trenches

Just found a bitch 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 bitches 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 niggas 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 fuck up, nigga, 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 bitches 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
Fuck you, gotta pay me

Pulled up with bricks in the hood
I stayed down and got rich in the hood
Bad bitch, pussy good
Got a shell 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 fuck with these niggas, they Hollywood
Cum in that bitch and I'm dabbing like Robin Hood
Getting that money, fucking these bitches
Fuck the police, we don't fuck 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
Fuck that bullshit, we got Glocks with extensions
Real niggas, we don't beef over mentions
We still in the hood, in the trenches

 

[fox69]

"Hoodrich DC Freestyle"
(feat. Lil Dude)

"Hoodrich DC Freestyle"
(feat. Lil Dude)



I whip it up like chicken noodle soup
I trap it and stack it, then buy me a Coupe
Smoking the fruity, done flew in the roof
If I call up a youngin', they coming to shoot
Got your bitch sucking dick, I'ma come in the booth
Ice on cool
We ain't no goons, you know we hop out the Coupe
I'm popping the Percs for the Panama loop
Serving that Leslie, an arm or a leg
I'm shooting the Glock, I shoot a .38
Won't catch a damn bag, been pulling up daily
That chopper gon' flip and it might hit your neighbors
I'm selling the D, I might need a razor
Junkies in love with that shit, we contagious
Cooking dope really short, so I shaved it
Trapping, jugging, fuck it, wipe the little baby
Sak's Fifth, I'm going crazy
One time, one time, dropping the gate
Then gun squad coming, you know that I'm breaking
Thirty or many, you know I embrace them
My young nigga faking these chasers
FN, the blue tip, my shooters' amazing
Nigga, get down or get out the way
There's a hundred pounds in my grandmama's basement
Play with the square like I'm Mason
I get the bricks and I trap out the vacant
Grab the choppers, send that baby to Grady
White Audi, white brick like I'm racing
Go 200 in a day like I'm racing
Ice, ice, nigga cold like a glacier
.38, throw away, cold case
I got that dope and the old faces
Smokin' that cookie, I taste it
I come in her face, I make your bitch taste it
Pour it in that red bottle and I'm basing
Thumb through the money, that's why they be hating
Two shooters when they trap out the vacant
Beef with me and get eliminated
Run up the ounces, just broke off a half
Watch out for junkies, they stealing the stash
Shooting shit up, I got blood on my rags
You looking for work? Nigga, I'm the man
Draco shooting up the curb vine
Hop out, then lift up my shirt, let the burner blind

 

[fox69]

"Hoodwolf"
(feat. DrugRixh Hect)

"Hoodwolf"
(feat. DrugRixh Hect)



[DrugRixh Hect & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm in the hood with the wolves
Probably couldn't last, would've been had your sack took
MONY POWR, nigga, fuck all the capping
Look both ways before you cross, they gon' whack you
I'm in New York, but my diamonds from Africa
Popped a Perc and a Xan, got me fucking with stamina
HoodWolf, nigga, I trap with the animal
I keep a stick and ain't talking no manual
Pull up on my nigga DrugRixh Hect
Trapping and jugging, I'm serving the special
Big Akh with the right wrist, call it the devil
I cook with the left, I got dope on my bezel
Young nigga plugged like a Tesla
Pull up in a brand new Tesla
Junkies, they love me, I turn them to testers
I'm making the bricks on my re-rock compressor

[DrugRixh Hect:]
.223, leave your ass still like a mannequin
'Bro get the dope and then DrugRixh unwrap
Distribute the work, all my folks, they be trapping
Meet me on Candler Road at the Fletcher's
Same ticket, we ain't taking no lesser
I pour it out the seal, you know I don't measure
If he knew better, he probably would do better
They tried this shit twice, but they need to shoot better
Hop out with 30 clips in the Beretta
That Rollie clean but I want my shit bigger
I talked to the plug, I done ran through the middleman
You got a sack, but my sack a little bigger
You want some racks, but I want me some millions
I came from the hood with the wolves and the killers
I still be in the hood, day one with my niggas
HoodWolf shit, nigga

[DrugRixh Hect & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm in the hood with the wolves
Probably couldn't last, would've been had your sack took
MONY POWR, nigga, fuck all the capping
Look both ways before you cross, they gon' whack you
I'm in New York, but my diamonds from Africa
Popped a Perc and a Xan, got me fucking with stamina
HoodWolf, nigga, I trap with the animal
I keep a stick and ain't talking no manual
Pull up on my nigga DrugRixh Hect
Trapping and jugging, I'm serving the special
Big Akh with the right wrist, call it the devil
I cook with the left, I got dope on my bezel
Young nigga plugged like a Tesla
Pull up in a brand new Tesla
Junkies, they love me, I turn them to testers
I'm making the bricks on my re-rock compressor

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
In the hood, I'm a wolf, you just a sheep
40 on me, nigga, ain't shit sweet?
Ice on me and I got the heat
Stephen Curry with the 30, shoot a three
Walk in, these bitches like: "Who is he?"
I was serving before school, truancy
Two of everything like it's two of me
I'm so sick of all this coonery and buffoonery
Rich nigga, I'm in the hood with my jewelry
Fresh as a bitch, these bitches pursuing me
Watch how you talk 'cause you know I got goons with me
Watch how you talk 'cause you know I got goons with me
BOOM BOOM! Shoot the bitch up
I'm strapped the fuck up, I don't give a fuck
MONY POWR RSPT world rules
Play with my brother Hector, we gon' chop off your nuts, nigga

[DrugRixh Hect & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm in the hood with the wolves
Probably couldn't last, would've been had your sack took
MONY POWR, nigga, fuck all the capping
Look both ways before you cross, they gon' whack you
I'm in New York, but my diamonds from Africa
Popped a Perc and a Xan, got me fucking with stamina
HoodWolf, nigga, I trap with the animal
I keep a stick and ain't talking no manual
Pull up on my nigga DrugRixh Hect
Trapping and jugging, I'm serving the special
Big Akh with the right wrist, call it the devil
I cook with the left, I got dope on my bezel
Young nigga plugged like a Tesla
Pull up in a brand new Tesla
Junkies, they love me, I turn them to testers
I'm making the bricks on my re-rock compressor