HoodRich Pablo Juan

[fox69]

"It's On Me"
(feat. Bloody Jay)

"It's On Me"
(feat. Bloody Jay)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got them tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)

Better watch your bitch, she on me, she going
Got lean, now I'm pouring
Got fiends on me, now I'm serving
Got VVS's, they perfect
Got goons out and they lurking
Got packs on the street, they working
I'm packing heat, there's murder
The Rollie only cost thirty
The streets on me, I'm dirty
Hoodrich still acting like I'm hurt
Candler Road, it's on me
That G-code, it's on me
Got mean plugs on me
Driving truckloads on me
Designer, it's on me
Got condoms? They on me
Keys to the Benz and the condo on me
Got dime hoes, they on me
Robbing with the rhinestone, they on me
Talking on the iPhone, it's on me
[?] ties on
Louboutin look like pinecone
1800 and that Mali
So you know my mind gone

I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got them tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)

[Bloody Jay:]
.45, 223, throw that shit on me
Young nigga push it, call me young only
That money made me dry
Who you playing with? I ain't playing, little boy, no
I'm [?] like the coach, you see this pistol I tote
Clips so long, got the bullets in the arm of my coat
Take off quicker than [?]
When we go on this move, we gotta strike fast
In and out like a lightning bolt
Try this shit if you want, we'd cut your life short
Like the end of a pump
I got a sixty on me like I'm rolling
Out of all the sixty if you include this Rollie
That got your sister and your girl on me
Word around town, your baby momma on me

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got them tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)

I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got them tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got that Rolex on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got tax on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got grams on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got bands on me (it's on me, it's on me)
If it in on me (it's on me, it's on me)
Big keys on me (it's on me, it's on me)
I got hoes on me (it's on me, it's on me)
VVS, it's froze on me (it's on me, it's on me)

 

[fox69]

"IWFYB"

"IWFYB"


Pull up with the Bentley with the tint
Tom Fords on like I'm Clark Kent
Rollie on me cost three times ten
If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, nigga
I wanna fuck your bitch...

What you think I bought the Rollie for?
African diamonds, I'll make her catch the Holy Ghost
I got the bread by the loaf
These bitches see me they start doing the most
Take your bitch out to dinner on the boat
Fuck on your hoe, then I wash out with soap
Lean, nigga, leaning poured up a four
The cookie man at the door with a O
Smoking moonrock, red bottoms, I Moonwalk
Money keep growing like Jack and the Beanstalk
Chopper on my belly, thugging, I'm three-Pac
Fuck on your hoe, then I'll kick her out
Hoodrich, I got diamonds from the mine
She living with you, but that hoe, she really mine
Spent a thirty on my wrist, it's money time
Pack touched down, I'm dancing like Showtime
That ain't your hoe, I got her from lost and found
I'm in Jeffery's, buying Chanel by the pound

Pull up with the Bentley with the tint
Tom Fords on like I'm Clark Kent
Rollie on me cost three times ten
If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, nigga
I wanna fuck your bitch...

Can I fuck your hoe? Please, just one time
When I'm through with her, I'ma give her right back
My Hitech poured up, the punch lime
I just had a ice attack
Get the bricks and I let the hood handle that
I got real shotters, shoot a nigga, Mad Max
We just fuck on that hoe, nigga, way back
Anytime I want it, nigga, I can get it back
My bitches cooking up pancakes, flapjacks
Swag come from overseas, nigga, Paris
She a freak, but I heard she got married
Woke up like a dog in the back of the Caravan
Chasing dead guys, ghost, I'm the Pac-Man
Fuck on your hoe from the back with the left hand
Say she want some molly, gave that hoe Santan
Fuck her and walk out the door, I might leave a band

Pull up with the Bentley with the tint
Tom Fords on like I'm Clark Kent
Rollie on me cost three times ten
If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, nigga
I wanna fuck your bitch...

 

[fox69]

"J-Money"

"J-Money"


I got the trap doing numbers, I made a million off onions
Watch how they fall in the fall, we get so hot in the summer
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I'm cooking them chicken dumplings, my pockets on chunky monkey
I'm selling the work so fast, they fronting, they keeping it coming
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I got the J-money, I got the J-money

They knocking my door off the hinges
These junkies aggressive, but friendly
I'm serving them out of tell Bentley
But tailor-made clothes like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
The shoes that I'm wearing, Givenchy
Don't give no fuck, keep your opinion
Trapping and dabbing, bitch, I'm the plug
Man, I'm looking for career, Simmons
I got more boot than a Timberland
I'm beating this track like I'm Timbaland
I'm working my wrist and I'm spinning
The junkies, they coming, they spending it
I got the J-money
Yeah, I got the rich, I get money
This ain't no trap for no J-money
I got the plug money
Hang with the robbers and drug money
You get took off of the plug money
This ain't no J-money
They calling me Mr. Bentley, I got the J running
Cook it like Benihana fried cucumbers
I know what you did last summer
I had to put back on my mask
I rob me a nigga from Columbia

I got the trap doing numbers, I made a million off onions
Watch how they fall in the fall, we get so hot in the summer
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I'm cooking them chicken dumplings, my pockets on chunky monkey
I'm selling the work so fast, they fronting, they keeping it coming
I got the J-money, I got the J-money

Wholesale and retail
Leaking the brick, the trappers and J-money
But scheming Givenchy
MuMu, Cartier to play money
Go to the border to get the bricks
Selling so fast that they stay fronting
I'm drunk in love, fucking with the rock
I got Beyonce and Jay money
Go to 85, no Jimmy Carter
Capp, when I put the birds in the water
Serving your auntie and fucking your daughter
They come to the door with the dollars and quarters
Breaking the brick and the onions
Break a onion down to twenty-eight
Selling grams in a 2-for-$5
I got the Frosted Flakes, they say it's great

I got the trap doing numbers, I made a million off onions
Watch how they fall in the fall, we get so hot in the summer
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I got the J-money, I got the J-money
I'm cooking them chicken dumplings, my pockets on chunky monkey
I'm selling the work so fast, they fronting, they keeping it coming
I got the J-money, I got the J-money

 

[fox69]

"Just Vibe"
(feat. Gunna)

"Just Vibe"
(feat. Gunna)



Danny I see you
[Gunna & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I dig her vibe, stickin' this dick in her side
She ain't got no ass but got thighs, hop in the coupe and let's ride
I put Chanel on her eyes, two karat ring for surprise
Maybach black seat that recline, roll up some cookie, get high
Kickin' in, now I'm feelin' your vibes
Yeah, I wanna dig in her thighs
She fuck with a winner, that pussy a prize
We shoppin', everything she want, I'm buyin'
Damn girl you fine
She look like she walk down the runway
I need a runway, we be flyin'
Take a vacation with bad bitches
Ain't no relationship, we just vibe
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I can get what I want and I want you
We got the vibes when we come through
I got karats and lettuce like vegetables
Stick it in her mouth like it was edible
Summertime come, I'ma cut off the roof
Put hundreds on the pillow like she lost a tooth
Double C on my shoe, that cost a deuce
Yeah, turn your ho into a massuese
I got rich, I came up from the poverty
Different color gold like neopolitian
She got an ass like she half hippopotamus
Spendin' money, I got a whole lot of it
Two bad bitches right on the side of me
I ain't a player, she said that you gotta be
She ride me, I lay her down like a robbery
I run my money up, is you proud of me?
[Gunna & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I dig her vibe, stickin' this dick in her side
She ain't got no ass but got thighs, hop in the coupe and let's ride
I put Chanel on her eyes, two karat ring for surprise
Maybach black seat that recline, roll up some cookie, get high
Kickin' in, now I'm feelin' your vibes
Yeah, I wanna dig in her thighs
She fuck with a winner, that pussy a prize
We shoppin', everything she want, I'm buyin'
Damn girl you fine
She look like she walk down the runway
I need a runway, we be flyin'
Take a vacation with bad bitches
Ain't no relationship, we just vibe
[Gunna:]
Fuck a bitch every day, I don't get tired
Racks and I might throw some dirt in her eye
Amiri jeans helped me find me size
Drip or drown nigga, I hope you don't die
In the city and I'm still havin' vibes
My bitch is a mistress, I don't want a wife
If it's for pussy, I don't wanna buy it
Left the kid at the coupe, bae I just wanna slide
Ice in the face so it's hard to tell time
Instead of just hoes I been callin' 'em vibes
They came to the Gunna, wake up to massage
She blowin' up my phone, this bitch hold up the dodge
Daughter pregnant, had to buy her a Dodge
Rent a million, this is not a facade
I stick it in like I charge an Alpine
Dick in her butt, fuck her in the garage
[Gunna & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I dig her vibe, stickin' this dick in her side
She ain't got no ass but got thighs, hop in the coupe and let's ride
I put Chanel on her eyes, two karat ring for surprise
Maybach black seat that recline, roll up some cookie, get high
Kickin' in, now I'm feelin' your vibes
Yeah, I wanna dig in her thighs
She fuck with a winner, that pussy a prize
We shoppin', everything she want, I'm buyin'
Damn girl you fine
She look like she walk down the runway
I need a runway, we be flyin'
Take a vacation with bad bitches
Ain't no relationship, we just vibe

 

[fox69]

"Knew That"

"Knew That"


[Johnny Cinco:]
In that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I done took a flight to London and I flew back
They say they gon' rob him, where they do that?
Tell you I got money, but you knew that
I see you, Pablo got that heat
Grinding through the weeks, sleeping
I be in that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I would tell you I got money, tell you I got money
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Hundred pound bales, I'm lifting weights
Kush touched down back-to-back, call it two-a-day
I walk around with big nuts, hundred rounds on the K
I'm good in the hood anyway, a-weema-weh
I just beat another case and bought a Faygo cream case
I've been drinking so much lean, shit done took my dreams away
Dabber jackers eat it up, nigga, tell me how it taste
Customize the 760, tell them, "Make it cement gray"
Bust up the bricks, I'm the sensei
Remix a nigga like I'm two-faced
Hundred thousand in the Louis suitcase
Snipers on the roof, they shoot for your face
Pull up in the Phantom, I'm still serving J's
MONY POWR RSPT like I'm Scarface
Two garages, but it still ain't no car space
Pablo and Poppi in V12
And I'm in the Aston Martin and they was speed racing
[Johnny Cinco:]
In that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I done took a flight to London and I flew back
They say they gon' rob him, where they do that?
Tell you I got money, but you knew that
I see you, Pablo got that heat
Grinding through the weeks, sleeping
I be in that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I would tell you I got money, tell you I got money
Tell you I got money, tell you 'bout these hundreds
Passes out the country, blue Mazda, I'm stunting
New Mazda 200, bitch, I'm coming for the shit
You drop hundreds on that bitch, I drop nothing but the dick
Sensei, yeah, I'm steady pouring in the bitch
She suck me to sleep and now I'm snoring in the bitch
It got me snoring in the bitch, I get to that money
I thumb through the hundreds, money counting money
Know a few niggas that hate to see me with the money
Pablo and Poppi is too consistent, we keep it coming
Run up my money, run up my riches, bitches on bitches
Lord is my witness, still sacrilegious
In that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I done took a flight to London and I flew back
They say they gon' rob him, where they do that?
Tell you I got money, but you knew that
I see you, Pablo got that heat
Grinding through the weeks, sleeping
I be in that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I would tell you I got money, tell you I got money

 

[fox69]

"Let Em Hate"

"Let Em Hate"


[Johnny Cinco:]
I blow the trap down
I got a mill of the gas pounds
I get a mill and they mad now
I keep a mill in the sack now
Never sent the drop
What that 'bout? Please tell me, what that 'bout?
Never seen without
In and out, I took the scenic route
I took the scenic route
If we don't pay, we gon' clean them out
Pull up in [?]
Only way where you see me now
Throw it my way when you see me now
Knew you gon' hate when you see me now
Young nigga all on the TV now
Riding in a Bugatti [?] reason now
[Chorus:]
Let them hate, let them hate, let them hate
[?] check the face
I was in, pulling bags, smoking the [?]
I got partner on the way, on the way, hey
Let them hate, let them hate, let them hate
[?] check the face, hey
I've been popping around my way, on my way, hey
Let them hate, let them hate, let them hate
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm a gentleman like I'm a kingsman
Frank Lucas mink coat, bitch, I'm a kingpin
Pull up in the Phantom, serve you 3 for 10
Get shot with the chopper by one hair on my chinny chin chin
I'm busting out bricks, counting Benjamins
I'm mixing the dope with the cinnamon
[?] in my hand, don't fuck with my zone
Matinee nigga be wrapping and shipping the dope
Me and Poppi pull up in the Inspector Gadget, double-R Ghost
They like, "Who is them?"
These fuck niggas talking 'bout, "They getting money"
I ain't never heard of them niggas, who is them?
I'm in the streets for real
Ain't no trend, winter time and we still wearing Timberlands
Fuck what you heard, nigga
God blessing all the trap niggas in Christian Louboutins
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Look At Me Now"

"Look At Me Now"


Still the same young nigga from Zone 6
I ain't used to have shit, nigga, look at me now
Used to have to wear the hand-me-downs
Now I'm Designer everything, look at me now
Same dopeman that I used to look up to, nigga
Now they look at me now
Couple of little bitches I couldn't fuck back in the day
Now they be staring me down
Look at me now
Found me a plug and I stayed down, nigga, look at me now
Look at me now
Used to try to flip seven grams, now I smoke it out the pound
Look at me now
Bad bitches used to turn me down, now they going down, nigga
Look at me now
Look at me now
Looking for me? Look up, not down
I need a 'migo with a thousand pounds
Went from never leaving 1'5 to going town to town
I keep a couple of shooters in the background
Look at me now
Look at what I done found
A lot of plugs on a lot of drugs, I'm sending everything to the country town
My Louboutins spiked like a porcupine
Can't fuck with these niggas, they droppin dimes
You know me, I need mine, every dime
Got your baby mama on my main line
Look at me now, but don't look too hard 'cause I still got that iron
I walk in with the Rollie on me now, they looking at me like a sign
Look at me now
Still the same young nigga from Zone 6
I ain't used to have shit, nigga, look at me now
Used to have to wear the hand-me-downs
Now I'm Designer everything, look at me now
Same dopeman that I used to look up to, nigga
Now they look at me now
Couple of little bitches I couldn't fuck back in the day
Now they be staring me down
Look at me now
Found me a plug and I stayed down, nigga, look at me now
Look at me now
Used to try to flip seven grams, now I smoke it out the pound
Look at me now
Bad bitches used to turn me down, now they going down, nigga
Look at me now
Look at me now
Got a plug now, made the pack touch down
Wrap it, drink it, Pimp C, Underground
Scram with the pack like I ran to Cunningham
Low-key, nigga, pitch it underhand
Bricks in the Pinto, it's worth a hundred grand
Shawty got units in the city, I'm the man
Nigga, I ain't taxing, call me uncle Dan
I got the packs gone soon as they come in
Got the junkies coming off a recommend
Got your bitch asking what I'm steppin in
Got a whole mid truck, I'm a Mexican
I need cookies and lean, that's my medicine
Got bands on me like I had a settlement
Been had the OG, nigga, I'm a veteran
Dave a year ago to David Letterman
Stick with my niggas, all my niggas relevant
Still the same young nigga from Zone 6
I ain't used to have shit, nigga, look at me now
Used to have to wear the hand-me-downs
Now I'm Designer everything, look at me now
Same dopeman that I used to look up to, nigga
Now they look at me now
Couple of little bitches I couldn't fuck back in the day
Now they be staring me down
Look at me now
Found me a plug and I stayed down, nigga, look at me now
Look at me now
Used to try to flip seven grams, now I smoke it out the pound
Look at me now
Bad bitches used to turn me down, now they going down, nigga
Look at me now
Look at me now

 

[fox69]

"Man Wit Da Plan"

"Man Wit Da Plan"


Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Got white, mollies, santans, strapped like the Taliban
Nigga I'm the man with the plan
Whip with the left, holding the strap with my right hand
Money like Jews, diamonds, they African
My etiquette fabulous, dab like I'm Cam
Jump in the Beem and skurt off in the Lamb
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Trap shit, nigga, turned it into a hundred bands
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
When the brick land, bust it down, send him a grand
Fucking with the plug, I ran up them bands
Nigga, you ran, huh?
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan

Crumbs on my plate, Drake, Started From the Bottom
Come from a hood with the dealers and robbers
Dirty AK, you don't want no problem
.38 had the shell case, how they gon' solve it?
Momma put it on layaway at the Target
Broke as fuck, we gonna get it regardless
Being poor made a young nigga heartless
Fuck it, nigga, started trapping and robbing
Now I pick the pinky spikes with the red on the bottom
So many shooters gon' shoot you when they see, bet you they ain't gonna know who shot them
Big heart, nigga, master Féraud
Never work, but I'm working hard
All cash, no bank, no debit card
My hood like the Park Place and Boardwalk
I'm the man with the plan with the pot and the fork
Get the brick from Maine, going shopping in New York
The hood hot, go and trap out the lofts
Chanel sneakers, gotta watch how you walk
I don't smoke Newports, I don't take shots
Plug too arrogant, I had to take him off
Man with the plan, hit him with the triple cross
They trapping backwards, Kris Kross
I just spent a quarter million just drinking raw
MONY, POWR, cut your lights off
It smells like dope, need some Lysol
I'm smoking that Michael Jackson, moonwalk
Sticks long like the light pole
You are scared to come outside at the door
Trapped out the porch, I made trapping a sport
Pablo Picasso, look at my art

Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Got white, mollies, santans, strapped like the Taliban
Nigga I'm the man with the plan
Whip with the left, holding the strap with my right hand
Money like Jews, diamonds, they African
My etiquette fabulous, dab like I'm Cam
Jump in the Beem and skurt off in the Lamb
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Trap shit, nigga, turned it into a hundred bands
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
When the brick land, bust it down, send him a grand
Fucking with the plug, I ran up them bands
Nigga, you ran, huh?
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan

Copped me a Xan, but I'm still up
Construction worker bought a pickup truck
Ten pints of Hi-Tech sealed up
Chop up the bricks like nip tuck
Everybody trapping got something
Saint Lou got the weed, KT got the dust
Pe$o on the way right now with the mid truck
Mo got the hard, but your knee gotta have a dub
Watch out for bustas when in the cut
Mova pulled over with two pints just to pour it up
My PDE niggas, they ready to shoot it up
Free Tito, fucked me up when they locked him up
Collo gon' give you prescription like doctors
Called up Diego to bring me them choppers
Fuck that rap shit, man, I keep one cocked in
Got bricks in the mail, come from Austin
Style ain't free, nigga, fuck the pen
Louie head to toe like a mannequin
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred, me and B Rock gambling
MOB served a nigga right out the Counter Inn
Fucked up a four like a fifth of Hen
Had to kick in the door, they ain't let me in
Shark in the water, know how to swim
Got the white boy jumping over the rim
Plug with a tree, call it Timberland
I ain't buying shit unless you got ten
Got a plug, look like Jeremy Lin
MONY POWR RSPT the family, fuck a friend
Got a Master P AD in smuggling
The cookie and OG, I'm juggling
The pack just touched down, got a Super Bowl ring

Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Got white, mollies, santans, strapped like the Taliban
Nigga I'm the man with the plan
Whip with the left, holding the strap with my right hand
Money like Jews, diamonds, they African
My etiquette fabulous, dab like I'm Cam
Jump in the Beem and skurt off in the Lamb
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Trap shit, nigga, turned it into a hundred bands
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
When the brick land, bust it down, send him a grand
Fucking with the plug, I ran up them bands
Nigga, you ran, huh?
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan
Nigga, I'm the man with the plan

 

[fox69]

"Master Sensei Platinum"

"Master Sensei Platinum"


No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher
Teacher say, student do
Yeah, nigga
Louis bag having nigga
Louis duffel bags with the bags in it
Coming in with a 18-wheeler, I need somewhere to back in
Wrapping and trapping, I'm going and picking up the front end and the back end
Got a Louis bag with nothing but bags in it
I get it dirt cheap, why the fuck he be taxing?
Free Bloody Black, he got locked up for trafficking
Jamaican weed plug get the brick from Africans
Put the trap in the choke hold, got them tapping in
Ran out of Percs and I'm back on them Vicodins
Everything I do, them niggas be biting it
Go in the booth all the time like I'm writing it
Shit on my mind. I can't do shit but grind
Chopper on me, nigga, you ain't finna take mine
Up all night, go to sleep in the day time
Trap out the trap, phone ring like a chatline
Auntie need the Percocet for her spine
Ain't about money? Don't call, wasting my time
Got my little baby brother with a little baby 9
Don't play 'bout my money, I need every dime
Pussy ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
Can't fuck with you niggas, you ain't like my kind
Dance on them work like I'm Deion in his prime
Hit the trap with the bricks, hard punchline
These rapping ass niggas be lying
Lent me that work 'cause he know it be flying
Drinking that Hitech raw like it wine
Fish in the coupe, when I'm cooking, I'm frying
Trapping hard, 25/8, overtime
200, mash the gas, it ain't no finish line
I go to Jeffrey's, I don't wear the Finish Line
I want platinum cookies, but I'll take any kind
In the latest fashion with a hundred dollar line
VIP, never waited in line
Got a box coming in with a dime
My young nigga give me three, sell it in dimes
You a snitch ass nigga, I can see it in yo eyes
Cook up the dope, it gone rise
Put on the Tom Ford like the Master of Disguise
Strapped up with guns, don't come with no knives
Throw him a party, it come with a prize
Candler Road, nigga, we call it 1'5
I got the babies, these niggas just whine
I got on jewelry like I'm already signed
Master Sensei, I break up the bricks
Take out a 9 and I spend it at Phipps
2 .38s on me like I got hips
I'm in the hood where the drugs get dealt
Yeah, nigga
You know what's going on, Pablo Juan, nigga
Off the top, nigga
I know they be hating and you know what the fuck going on, nigga
Yeah, real nigga shit, man
You know where to find me at, nigga
Pussy ass nigga, y'all niggas ain't [?]

 

[fox69]

"Menace To Society"
(feat. Marqo 2 Fresh)

"Menace To Society"
(feat. Marqo 2 Fresh)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Pablo Juan, nigga
Hoodrich shit, nigga
Money, plugs, and guns, everybody know
Just bought a pistol in my bitch name
I fucked up the trap with the whip game
Bitch, I'm rich like I'm Rick James
I'm still in the hood, nigga, ain't shit changed
I keep the chopper, that Waka Flocka Flame
Shoot it up, aiming like gun rain
I just flew a bad bitch in from Spain
Menace to the society like I'm Caine
I'm selling that white shit like sugarcane
Pablo Juan, I just want the brain
Been the man, I put on Tom Ford frames
[?] I drive it like four lanes
Fuck with the plug, I don't talk to no middleman
Trapping and jugging, I stacked up them Benjamins
Fresh as a bitch, Saint Laurent, sweet dreams
Certified junkie, won't come without lean
Just throw the stacks up, got all that green bean
MONY POWR RSPT, bitch, we the Dream Team
Hitech red, bitch, I don't drink green
I fucked that bitch that you've seen on the big screen
Chopper with good aim, nigga, I don't need a beam
Old school dope, Hakeem
I'm dressing like I came from Harlem
Twenty thousand on my chain and that's water
Just bought a pistol in my bitch name
I fucked up the trap with the whip game
Bitch, I'm rich like I'm Rick James
I'm still in the hood, nigga, ain't shit changed
I keep the chopper, that Waka Flocka Flame
Shoot it up, aiming like gun rain
I just flew a bad bitch in from Spain
Menace to the society like I'm Caine
[Marqo 2 Fresh:]
Ay look, I walk in the store with my strap like O-Dog
Pour a four of that Hitech
I'm drinking it raw
De La Hoya when I cook it, Southpaw
Play with the gang and get punched in the jaw
Pussy nigga, you a worker, I'm a boss
One on one, can't find it in the mall
Got him asking what it cost
Birds singing like Vandross
I want the mansion like Rick Ross
I'm a professional brick chopper
Me and Sensei the brick doctors
I go and get the hit done
Mad Max, nigga, shotters
No limit, Silkk the Shocker
Dope white like Madonna, nigga
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Just bought a pistol in my bitch name
I fucked up the trap with the whip game
Bitch, I'm rich like I'm Rick James
I'm still in the hood, nigga, ain't shit changed
I keep the chopper, that Waka Flocka Flame
Shoot it up, aiming like gun rain
I just flew a bad bitch in from Spain
Menace to the society like I'm Caine