HoodRich Pablo Juan

[fox69]

"Shooters"
(feat. Ca$h Out & Diego Dose)

"Shooters"
(feat. Ca$h Out & Diego Dose)



[Ca$h Out:]
Yo, man
Them niggas goofy, man
Let them know what a real killer is, nigga

My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies
Catch me in the spot with choppers and counters
If you is a shooter, then this is your anthem
We're shooting shit, we're shooting shit up
We're shooting shit up, we're shooting shit up
My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies

I done been shot at, I done shot at niggas
Still allowed to how pull the trigger
Gotta get you before you get me
MC Hammer, touch that nigga
Pussy niggas, they be pillow talking
While I'm in a pirate boat
Shooters ain't got no Instagram
Nigga, keep that on the low
Waiting on that phone call
Bullets rain on all y'all
Connected with the big dogs
Y'all niggas small dogs
Niggas know I'm super cool
In the trap house, eating wings and seafood
A lot of snakes in this game
You pussy niggas should've played by the rules
Last show money, spent it on pistols
Could've bought a missle
Give his ass the whole magazine
Nigga, pick an issue
All my killers, yeah, they so official
With a referree shirt
A lot of niggas playing with my money
Put his face on the shirt

My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies
Catch me in the spot with choppers and counters
If you is a shooter, then this is your anthem
We're shooting shit, we're shooting shit up
We're shooting shit up, we're shooting shit up
My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Fuck a shooter, I'm a shooter myself
Mike Larry, Bad Boy, Will Smith
I swim with the sharks like I'm Michael Phelps
I keep the Glock 40 tightening up my belt
Me and Ca$h Out, we just cashed out on the shelf
Call the ambulance, he gon' need some help
Pull up in the Bentley, shooting through the roof
Pull up in the hood, recruiting the shooters
Hundred thousand spent on Uzis and Rugers
Big dog? Nigga, you is a coochie
I might switch it up and jump in the poochie
Instagram with your bitch in the Jacuzzi
Savage life, Webbie, Badazz Lil Boosie
Feeling like Doughboy, packed with [?]
The hood ain't talking 'bout no movie
Me and Diego done blowed the movie
Austin Powers, my shooters get groovy
Funny monkey niggas really amuse me
I got a plug in Cuba, really exclusive
I feel like Tom Cruise when they come on a cruise ship
Young nigga from Candler Road pull up in suit shit
Got MONY POWR RSPT, give a fuck who you is
Or where you from or what you claim
I trap Obama, you're like Saddam Hussein

[Ca$h Out:]
My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies
Catch me in the spot with choppers and counters
If you is a shooter, then this is your anthem
We're shooting shit, we're shooting shit up
We're shooting shit up, we're shooting shit up
My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies

[Diego Dose:]
Dropped some rubber bands off on your head
MPR pull up on you like Taliban
33 shots in Balmain pants
Larry Bird, hit your ass from long range
I'ma buss it, no discussion, hopping out the bucket
Aiming at your bucket hat
Ándale, ándale, bombs over Baghdad
Put your hood under attack
Thirty Smith & Wessons, choppers and Uzis
Squad full of shooters, they dying to use them
All in your residence, leaving no evidence
DMX, get on that Belly shit
We just some gangsta with felonies
How you a shooter, ain't killing shit?
New Designer, new artillery
Deuce deuce pocket rocker, Emmitt Smith

[Ca$h Out:]
My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies
Catch me in the spot with choppers and counters
If you is a shooter, then this is your anthem
We're shooting shit, we're shooting shit up
We're shooting shit up, we're shooting shit up
My shooters are shooters, your niggas is goofy
Your shooters ain't shooters, them niggas is groupies

 

[fox69]

"Shut That Bitch Down"
(feat. Lil Dude & A$AP Ant)

"Shut That Bitch Down"
(feat. Lil Dude & A$AP Ant)



[A$AP Ant:]
Uh, yeah, what?
4-o'clock in them morning shit, nigga
Yeah
[A$AP Ant & Lil Dude:]
Might go to Cali for pounds
Go to Jamaica for dope
Gas in my Backwood, no choke
I swear, I love that girl's throat
Paid 500 for the coat
Niggas wanna copy my style
Gun in my pocket, I'm wild
Send the money straight to the PayPal
Run in your home
Fuck on your bitch in that stone
Yeah, I'm on my VLONE
I got Goyard on my phone
Bitches keep calling my phone
(Brr) Hello? (hang up)
Bitch, we trap right by the stove
Run up, get hit with that pole
Sticks, hang with them clips
Whipping the white like we playing with grits
Every day, cop a new outfit
Benz AMG with the starter kit
Ran up in Neiman's, shut that bitch down
Ran up in Gucci, shut that bitch down
Run up in Nordstrom's and shut that bitch down
Blowing on racks and I shut that bitch down
[A$AP Ant:]
Shut that bitch down
Run up in Prada, shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Run up in Nordstrom's, I shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Flooded the Rollie, I shut that bitch down
I flooded it down
I flooded the Rollie, look at it now
Fuck that bitch down
I run up in Prada and I shut that bitch down
I shut that bitch down
Look at the diamonds, flooded it down
I shut that bitch down
Ran up in Nordstrom's, shut that bitch down
I shut that bitch down
Run up in Saks, I shut that bitch down
[A$AP Ant & Lil Dude:]
Met a little bitty from Twitter
I fucked, she sucked, I ain't kiss her
Called up my phone, I don't miss her
Had a threesome with her sister
I'm in the club and I'm glicked up
Riding around and I'm sticked up
I'm off of the lean, my aim fucked up
But niggas still liable to get hit up
I'm in the trenches with all killers
Luciano is a drug dealer
Meet me up top if you trying to get a bag
Crushing the block, I was just down bad
Getting the racks, I ain't going out sad
Gun with the beam, play laser tag
Bombing on niggas just like Baghdad
Chanel bag and my bitch gonna brag
Benzo, I don't want no Jag
Lobster shrimp with the butter crab legs
Driving the foreign with the paper tags
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
(Ha, Pablo Juan)
Walked in cities Friday, shut that bitch down
Bought a new Rollie and bust that bitch down
Use the drive-thru and get a quarter pound
Graduated from the trap with a cap and the gown
When I shoot with the chopper, you better get down
Used to laugh at me like I was the class clown
Now I'm just iced the fuck up and Designered down
A lot of money got the girls go wild
Chopper on me right now, I can shoot up the crowd
Sleep on the lean, but you still hear the loud
Fuck that, nigga, bought a new chain, three-tone
500 on my sweater, that's VLONE
Who the fuck calling my phone?
Sorry, sir, I ain't serving no more
If I was, they'd already be gone
[A$AP Ant:]
Shut that bitch down
Run up in Prada, shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Run up in Nordstrom's, I shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Flooded the Rollie, I shut that bitch down
I flooded it down
I flooded the Rollie, look at it now
Fuck that bitch down
I run up in Prada and I shut that bitch down
I shut that bitch down
Look at the diamonds, flooded it down
I shut that bitch down
Ran up in Nordstrom's, shut that bitch down
I shut that bitch down
Run up in Saks, I shut that bitch down

 

[fox69]

"Silly Rabbit"
(feat. Migos)

"Silly Rabbit"
(feat. Migos)



[Quavo:]
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
Niggas be acting hard like they God
Until a nigga run right up on his pockets
She don't want a check, that bitch want some Molly
I heard you're paying her tuition through college
Boss nigga, I ain't never been sorry
I'm in Miami, catching live calamari
We running from twelve in the Tauru
I do not eat on the Percocets, feeling nauseous
We got the world dabbing on the news, look at Monica Kaufman
If a nigga wasn't rapping
I'd probably go play with the Dolphins
Broke niggas just be talking
Pass around hoes like Quavo Ty Lawson
The Hitech came in the glass coffin
Smoking on cookies, I'm coughing in Boston
Money sticking to me just like a velcro
I take the pot and beat it with my elbow
I take your bitch and gave her the Chanel toes
These niggas male hoes, Deuce Bigalow
What you think I'm in the river for?
Plugged in, umbilical
Hundred thousands in the fishbowl
Creeping through your backdoor on my tippy toes
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Bought a brick, made an investment
Bad Boy, Will Smith with the Smith & Wesson
These niggas remind me of wrestling
I got a pipeline all the way to Texas
Pack touched down and I dap like I'm Julio
Bandana wrapped around my head, Rufio
Ten bricks, sold eight, got two to go
My country boy want five, but he's too slow
Bitches looking for me like, "Where's Pablo?"
Count it fast like I work at Wells Fargo
Real bricks, nigga, come with a barcode
Whip it up, then I serve out the bando
Chopper, it come with a monkey
I came up from serving them junkies
Real nigga, so you know I get money
Trapping everyday, even on Sundays
Italian clothes, but I got it from London
Hood nigga, man, they love me in Compton
Bought a mansion, never had company
Bought a Rollie, never had a sponsor
Fall off, nigga, I'm taking something
No job, we don't take lunches
Guerrilla, nigga, I got Bapes on me
I whip up the brick, got a gray arm
[Quavo:]
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
[Offset & Takeoff:]
Who do you think you impressing?
I sell that dope to pedestrians
Don't talk my head off with no lesson
I'm not with all of the extras
Black and white bitch, salt and pepper
In my backyard, there's a leopard
We press them, we apply the pressure
They jump them like the game of checkers
Bust my wrist down in my bezel
We laundering money, embezzlement
Maison Margiela, stepping like a reverend
My chopper can knock down an elephant
I fuck your bitch when I wanna
It gotta be in you, not on you
Cookie jar coming straight from California
They having, but ask for a loan and they loan you
Percocet on me, pneumonia
This is that cookie, don't smell like no onion
These niggas pussy, they small as a Funyun
Monday through Sunday, get money, be honest
I had a hand full of money while gripping the Tommy
Bag it up, wrap it up like it's a mummy
Talking about me like you know me, but you don't want it
All of my niggas, they running the game and they come up
[Quavo:]
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
These niggas be saying they having
These niggas silly like the rabbits
You said that Trix for kids
Then why you trick off on that bitch?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?
You need to stop lying and flexing
Who the fuck you be impressing?

 

[fox69]

"Socket & Plug"
(feat. PeeWee Longway)

"Socket & Plug"
(feat. PeeWee Longway)



[PeeWee Longway:]
In the trap house, still section nine, got the bricks, still making them birdies fly
Pillow talking in the bed 'bout a big dog get your ass put right in a hotbed
In the trap, trying to get two for five
We don't sell dimes for nines
Hit them in the mouth, do it for the Vine
Fuck 12, nigga, we don't eat swine
Catch you over, I feel like I'm prime time
When 12-o'clock hit, then it's grind time
Doo-doo-doo!
The mailman ring my doorbell nine times
The way I ship it, I know signature mine
She Suzie-choosing on my wrist, boy, you blind?
The bitch working in a facility line
Send out the packages: dime, dime, dime
I be telling my P.O. this air time
When I piss in the cup, fill it every time
Fuck you, I'll pay the little fine
Bitch, the little baby not mine
Chris Louboutin sticking, porcupine
Met Spike Lee, sitting courtside
Whipping up the dope, bitch, it's overtime
Told the bitch fifty-thousand when she asked for the time
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Having more blocks than Mutombo
Roll with the white and the green with the lime like I'm Rondo
Clips, we don't run out of ammo
Lit all that good smell shit like a candle
I started out on Candler, [?] no hammer
[?] thought it was special
And since I got into it with a nigga from the west side
I had to throw it up [?]
Now I pull up to the west in a new Bentley
A fifty-thousand decor to my [?]
Got five new bitches that stay in the kitchen
And bringing them cookies like Santa on Christmas
They heard I got bales of the mid
Swag through the roof, throw a bag through your chimney
Trafficking, sending them bricks of them chickens
Breaking my digital scale doing [?]
Expensive lenses, go see [?] kiss
I'm stepping in blood, better call it forensic
Talking less than M&Ms
And nigga, look at my wrist
I could just see one of my little bitches
Throwing the pain and fly with the fishes
I could just charge a little extra for shipping
The work in front of you like I'm working with business

 

[fox69]

"Southside 808Mafia Freestyle"

"Southside 808Mafia Freestyle"


Know I'm sayin'
Southside nigga
Hoodrich nigga
1'5 nigga
Zone 6 nigga
Pablo, 1017
Money plugs and guns nigga
I'm sayin'
I'ma have to die with honor nigga before I live like a pussy nigga
I know you know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, yeah yeah
You know what I'm sayin', ooh

Too much drip got 'em mopping
All four pockets stuffed like a Christmas stocking
He just a copy, he mockin' (copycat)
Go ask your bitch, she gon' tell you he poppin'
She a neat freak, she gon' give me that sloppy
I got a Spanish freak call me papi
I was in school, gettin' money the topic
Too many designers I can't decide it
She gettin' wet, I'ma get inside it
Brought the killers with me but they silent
Red bottom violet, don't make me violent
Bought a new whip and it come with no mileage
Bricks of the Miley, that Cyrus
I put that lean in my vein like a virus
I be so fresh they call me the pilot
These niggas flexin' know they ain't about it
I pull up in 911 like it's urgent
Never been a bitch, nigga I'm virgin
Bust the whole table down like I'm servin'
Pull up with the bricks in the suburban
Reserve cookies and the sherbert
My bitch crying 'cause I stay with the Gerber
Got real niggas and they ready to murder
Give you a shell, turtle turtle
Pull up on the south side and I'm swerving
Jump out, I dress like a funeral service
I catch your bitch like Julius Irving
Drankin' lean, make the Fanta real dirty
I make the plug pitch the cookie early
Ooh, I'm sick of these niggas I'm hurlin'
24 karat gold, this ain't sterling
Homicide Boys with me when I'm in Maryland
Two bitches with me, I'm swirlin'
I run this shit like the sheriff
What you want nigga, the boy or the girl?
Bales of the weed, I put it in the air
No sinnin' G, you better be there
Stay with the goons, you better beware
Saint Laurent, I got too many pairs
Rock Givenchy same color my [?]
F&N for truth or dare
I make her [?] like a eclair
Candler Road, I'm the East Atlanta mayor
Too much money, rubber bands need a spare
You the type of nigga fuck her and pay her
Cold hearted nigga dressed up in bear
Thick bitch shaped just like a pear
All in the bad bitch's lair
I don't even sleep but I still say my prayers
Nigga try me I'ma shoot off his hair
Valentino, freshest nigga of the year
Tryna be me but you ain't even near
New clothes, not even a smear
Call me Mike, I'ma bite of her ear
Call up a freak, I wanna fuck on the rear
Water drippin' like I shedded a tear
They keep askin' where I'm gettin' my gear
I got more money than all of my peers
Your whole life, prolly bought it this year
Every time I act like I can't hear
Lions on my Gucci, you just a deer
(Gucci with Lions, pussy nigga, yeah, yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Stayin' Down"

"Stayin' Down"


[Hook:]
Count it fast, I'm the money counter
Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain
Old school filled up with flannel
I don't drive or get a [?]
Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
Break it all down to quarter-pounds
They paying more on the north side
Selling them bricks to Clayton County
I don't need nann nigga around me
Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds
Shoot like I'm from New Orleans
Houston, we got a problem, man down
Stomp out your nigga for laying them down
Staying down
Give my young nigga the OG pound
Now they staying down
Had a young nigga surround
You and your round with a thousand rounds
Cut through the front and the backend
I paid him the front and the backend
That [?] I told him that second
I'm calling the plays, I'm the captain
Piping all of these niggas' napkins
We know where they pack it: in the sacks and
Young nigga, kung-fu, full court pressing
While relaxing at the Westin
That's what you get for second guessing
I'm a rock star like Elvis Presley
Pipe your rocket, finna pack your watches
Did you see what I stepped in?
Thirteen hundred for new Givenchy
I'll hide up in this mansion
You cannot find these on the shelf or at Phipps
I'm on the cruise, I'm getting a sip
Told your baby momma catch the skurt
Then I might let her lick the tip
Trap out the house with them bricks
I'ma reward you for your wrist
They wanna fuck so bad
I ain't high to get a little bit [?]
[Hook]
Paper cuts in my hand
Counting the cash too fast
I trap and I dab, they jacking my swag
Little bitch just had to ask
"Where you stashing your cash?"
Huh? I gave her a pat
She had too much ass, damn
I used to trap out with them bags
Till they kicked my door with the tags
Now I'm like the Wizard of Oz
Follow the yellow brick road
Sell a quarter-pounder just like McDonald's
All will be sold
I got real migos
They pull up with the truckload
Give you a buck with fifty keys
We could call that a piano
Alfredo, just save the bottle
Feel like Tony Soprano
Plug give me anything I could handle
Put the dope in the [?] on Candler
I got the white girl like I'm Deion Sanders
Break the brick down, serving the panhandle
[Hook]
Count it fast, I'm the money counter...
Old school filled up with flannel...
Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
Break it all down to quarter-pounds
They paying more on the north side...
I don't need nann nigga around me...
Shoot like I'm from New Orleans
Houston, we got a problem, man down...
Staying down...
Now they staying down

 

[fox69]

"Sticks"
(feat. Jason 9 Eleven)

"Sticks"
(feat. Jason 9 Eleven)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Got a new plug, looking like Jackie Chan
Million dollar trap beating like it's made by Timbaland
Bought a new minivan, went to Panama
Got the Hannah raw, it came straight from Pakistan
Too many bands, [?] and rubber bands
Fuck it, call Michelin man
Order up a hundred bags
Fuck that, young nigga pull up with sticks in they hands
I ain't no Batman
Thought I was treating or tricking again
[?] surround where you stand
Them young niggas shooting anything that stand
They still trying to understand
How I got molly and selling them bricks for the ten
Bitch, I'm the gingerbread man
I could shoot two different choppers with both of my hands
[Jason 9 Eleven:]
Pull up with sticks in our hands
Pablo keep calling shooter
I'ma stand right here and with that F&N used to keep holding on to that Ruger
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Got your block sound like a marching band
When we let go of two hundred rounds
We spraying up apartments, spraying up houses
And we either lay life on the ground
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
I know some young niggas straight from the slums
All they wanted was a chance and them bands in the end
Nowadays, they just stuck in a daze
They ain't worried about them M's, they just staying with their friends
Only thing that I ever knew was fast money
In the 90's, I looked up to Cash Money
I know some young niggas that'll come wet your block up
Only thing that I give them is some gas money
We coming with sticks in our hands
Looking for nothing but bricks and them bands
We seal in your crib, let you talk to the plug
You speak up, he can't hear what you saying
These niggas keep thinking we playing
I'll make a mess down for my young niggas through them
I'm just waiting on Pablo to give me a signal
He make the false move, then I'll shoot him
Pull up with sticks in our hands
Pablo keep calling shooter
I'ma stand right here and with that F&N used to keep holding on to that Ruger
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Got your block sound like a marching band
When we let go of two hundred rounds
We spraying up apartments, spraying up houses
And we either lay life on the ground
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands

 

[fox69]

"Stiff"

"Stiff"


Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
Nigga, I'm trying to get rich
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
Nigga, I'm trying to get rich
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
Bitch nigga think this a lick
Nigga, I rob with the stick
Hoodrich, nigga, I've been on the bullshit
Driving the foreign, I rob with the stick shift
Trapping the brick, we got sticks
Popped me a Perc and a Xan, I'm lit
Ooh, young nigga ignorant
Popped the Act for adrenaline
Shooting the sticks at my enemies
Designer dripping, I'm in Christian
Designer drugs, Hitech, and Actavis, lean sipping
Fuck that little bitch and I jump in the Benz
I got tissue paper, young nigga shit
I got bricks, sell you right in the kitchen
I sell the dope with the Glock with extensions
Fuck you thought? Bitch, I fill up my bottle
Think this a lick you gon' get your ass popped
I fucked that bitch, I just got me some top
Riding with the stick with a hundred shots
I've made that Glock pop
Make your ass lean, rock
Still got that dope in my sock
Stiff, I don't fuck with no cops
Run up, you get your ass shot
I got the keys on lock
I get the pounds from the crop
Trap God like Guwop, bitch
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
Nigga, I'm trying to get rich
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
Nigga, I'm trying to get rich
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
Bitch nigga think this a lick
Nigga, I rob with the stick
Stiff on m prices, I ain't stuck on no bitch
Ain't stunting on hoes, I got money to get
Wrap up a dummy, get your ass tricked
Jump in the Honda and pick up the bricks
First, I had to go get money
Then I had to get some more
Crossing minds, serving O's, playing tic-tac-toe
I got that blow, just follow your nose
Riding foreign, drop the top when it's cold
I ain't gotta trap, it's already sold
On the phone, I be talking in code
I'm too real, nigga, I can't get exposed
Neck like the North Pole
Big ring like I won the Super Bowl
Cook on four burners, I need another stove
Gas like the Texaco
I'm getting money, said I changed on them
I'm still in the hood with my chains on me
Stayed down, I ain't had no big homie
Candler Road, started off in the 6 Zone
Trap out the flip phone
In the projects when the street lights on
Selling off-white with the brown, two-tone
I'm trapping, tell my bitch I ain't never coming home
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
Nigga, I'm trying to get rich
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
Nigga, I'm trying to get rich
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
Bitch nigga think this a lick
Nigga, I rob with the stick

 

[fox69]

"Still The Same Nigga"
(feat. Skippa Da Flippa)

"Still The Same Nigga"
(feat. Skippa Da Flippa)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
New watch, new chain, but I'm still the same nigga
New bitch, new ring, but I'm still the same nigga
And I'm still gon' be a hood nigga, fuck the fame, nigga
Fuck you and your bitch, nigga, throwing middle fingers, nigga
New whip, big thing, nigga, still the same nigga
Why you thinking that you changed, nigga? You still a lame nigga
Staying down, trapping with the pistol, still the same nigga
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, throwing up my middle fingers
[Skippa Da Flippa:]
Same nigga that'll bust your brain, nigga
We know you a lame nigga, stay off in your lane nigga
Bad bitch, she a rider, hit 200 in the Spyder
Gold Rollie, gold bottles, big bag, I need a lighter
Sugar red for the President 'cause there's evidence that I'm excellent
Popped two Percs so I'm super bent
Parked the Bimmer, then I drove the Benz
Stay real down, ten toes, I'll bust you down when I get the bowl
Draco city when I call the zoes
Dab fashion when I check my clothes
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
New watch, new chain, but I'm still the same nigga
New bitch, new ring, but I'm still the same nigga
And I'm still gon' be a hood nigga, fuck the fame, nigga
Fuck you and your bitch, nigga, throwing middle fingers, nigga
New whip, big thing, nigga, still the same nigga
Why you thinking that you changed, nigga? You still a lame nigga
Staying down, trapping with the pistol, still the same nigga
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, throwing up my middle fingers
Never will I fuck with a lame ass nigga
I'm hoodrich, bitch, fuck the fame, nigga
I'm a menace to society like I'm Caine, nigga
I'm just a trapper made it out the dope game, nigga
Where I'm from, we throw a five, then a middle finger, nigga
All my niggas gangbang, treat them like the same nigga
Fifteen for them VS diamonds in the chain nigga
Got the whole 'hood with me, yeah, they came with me, nigga
Call my Draco little Drake, it know how to sing, nigga
I could turn you to a play, you could be a range, nigga
Just said fuck it, put them diamonds on my middle finger, nigga
Hundred rounds in that drum, make my nuts a little bigger
New watch, new chain, but I'm still the same nigga
New bitch, new ring, but I'm still the same nigga
And I'm still gon' be a hood nigga, fuck the fame, nigga
Fuck you and your bitch, nigga, throwing middle fingers, nigga
New whip, big thing, nigga, still the same nigga
Why you thinking that you changed, nigga? You still a lame nigga
Staying down, trapping with the pistol, still the same nigga
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, throwing up my middle fingers

 

[fox69]

"Strap On Me"
(feat. Killa Santiago)

"Strap On Me"
(feat. Killa Santiago)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I walk in this bitch with my strap on me
We don't get searched by security
I come in this bitch fifty niggas deep
I got killers with me all the way from D.C
All my niggas ready to fuck some shit up
All my niggas, yeah, we ready to buck
All my niggas ready to fuck up the club
All my niggas, we don't play with them thugs
Walked in this bitch and I got it on me
Nigga, I got it on me
I walked in this bitch and I got it on me
Yeah, nigga, yeah, I got it on me

Ain't dealing with the fuck shit, but I gotta tell you how this shit go
All my niggas on the fuck shit
They ready to go, that's a 10-4
He was pussy, so they wiped his nose
You know how that shit go
Bitch, I'm the plug, ain't got time for that fuck shit
I got the yellow brick roads
Still on Candler Road, over a billion sold
All my niggas, yeah, they throwed
Ready to bust a chopper on a pussy nigga
Better stop, drop, and roll
I ain't going back and forth with no rap nigga
That nigga waiting on you when you come home
Niggas talking all that fuck shit get smoked when I'm smoking caviar crumbs

I walk in this bitch with my strap on me
We don't get searched by security
I come in this bitch fifty niggas deep
I got killers with me all the way from D.C
All my niggas ready to fuck some shit up
All my niggas, yeah, we ready to buck
All my niggas ready to fuck up the club
All my niggas, we don't play with them thugs
Walked in this bitch and I got it on me
Nigga, I got it on me
I walked in this bitch and I got it on me
Yeah, nigga, yeah, I got it on me

[Killa Santiago:]
The chopper, the Mac, yeah, I got it on me
[?] making macaroni
Me and my pack don't fuck with your homies
They say they guerilla, they look like monkeys
The five on three, I got the five on me
I paint the whole floor red like I spilled Hi-C
I'm from the real D.C., S.E., that's me
Tote cold like a low like the code to your phone
I could pull up in a Rollzle, I could pull up in a Rove
Bitch, I'm feeling like a bomb and if you pull me, I'll explode
Shots ran through the chest, head, stomach, and his nose
To try get the blood out of my expensive ass clothes
And all this goddamn money got me living in the Rove
Foreigns back-to-back, it be like ten of them in a row
MONY POWR RSPT, I feel my nigga 'Blo
Told Wop to bring the chopper and I'll bring the 44

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I walk in this bitch with my strap on me
We don't get searched by security
I come in this bitch fifty niggas deep
I got killers with me all the way from D.C
All my niggas ready to fuck some shit up
All my niggas, yeah, we ready to buck
All my niggas ready to fuck up the club
All my niggas, we don't play with them thugs
Walked in this bitch and I got it on me
Nigga, I got it on me
I walked in this bitch and I got it on me
Yeah, nigga, yeah, I got it on me