HoodRich Pablo Juan

[fox69]

"Street Punk"
(feat. Lil Yachty)

"Street Punk"
(feat. Lil Yachty)



[Lil Yachty & OG Maco:]
Whole Hoodrich they family
OG Parker

[HoodRich Pablo Juan:]
We havin' bitches on bitches, money on money
Exclusive bitches, I got 'em from London
Thirty round, fifty round, shoot out a hundred
Count up them fifties, count up them hundreds
Fine bitch, she got an ass on her
But I'm so rich I might pass on her
Foreign, I do the whole dash on it
I'm riding 'round, I got too much cash on it
Rich nigga do what I want
I pull up in the Ghost like I haunt
Kickin' this shit like a punt
I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk

Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Shawty you just a lil street punk

[Lil Yachty:]
Nigga you just a lil pussy
But I tear a bitch for that cookie
All of my diamonds they VVS
All of your diamonds they look a lil dusty (bling)
Whole HoodRich they family
Fuckin' my bitch from Chamblee
Make that lil nigga regret it
Grew up, I can rent an Andretti
Doo doo doo, pop his ass if he set it
She wanna hop in the Bentley coupe
Keep talkin' down, I'ma send for you
I bought me a truck, took it to the shop
Told them to lift it an inch or two
Two hundred thou my right wrist
I'ma keep flexing like this
And my new main bitch an actress
Finna cop a crib next to Saks Fifth

[HoodRich Pablo Juan:]
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Shawty you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame ass nigga)

You know I'm too rich for that bullshit
These niggas beef on the internet
Talkin' 'bout racks, we be spending that
Juuged for it, need to go get your money back
Lil Boat ballin' like the running back
Riding 'round with like a hundred racks
I need some more money, I can't relax
Just add water to the dope like it's flapjacks
I'm fresh to death, I got more bodies than Mad Max
When I dress they don't know what I wear
When I put on my jewelry they stare
Stack the money up, it look like a chair
Rockin' Christian Louboutin, doin' prayers
Too many lil babies, got a daycare
Thirty, fifty, hundred round, we don't play fair
Me and Lil Boat got the money like Mayweather
Cut off my old bitch, I know I could do better

Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Shawty you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Nigga you just a lil street punk
Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame ass nigga)

Hah, lame ass nigga
Hah, lame ass nigga
Hah, lame ass nigga

 

[fox69]

"Swea'"
(feat. MPA Head Shakur)

"Swea'"
(feat. MPA Head Shakur)



[MPA Head Shakur:]
That ain't this, this ain't that, swerve...

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I can't wait to catch a rat, trying to make cheese in my trap
That ain't this, this ain't that, bitch better back back
Do you hear the truckload backing back?
I don't fuck around with the knack knack
Nigga was trying to be funny
Let his ass have a heart attack like Bernie Mac
Shoot the chopper like I'm from New Orleans
AK with the shoulder strap
Got big nuts, hundred round drums
You gon' think you heard that Magnolia Clap

[MPA Head Shakur:]
Look at it, bitch, this ain't that, swerve
An't sucking no dick? Ain't fucking the clique? Swerve
[?] there go Pablo with your hoe
Your switcharoo, she's headline, breaking news
She like the bank count, lace up, it's time to boot
Her favorite word is "boot up" and "switcharoo"

That ain't this, this ain't that, swerve...

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
That ain't this, this ain't that
I break down the brick, put the [?] pack
Sell you a brick, you ain't getting no money back
Don't come down in here for that chit-chat
If any of my niggas broke, we gon' fix that
80's baby making 80's baby
Dropped the 21, brought a 36 back

[MPA HeadShakur & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Truckload backing in on a Thursday
Looking like Lacura, yeah, you know we working
Busting the bales, breaking down the bags
What you want, nigga? I can serve you that
Walter Payton what I want for a bag
Young nigga walking walking in Givenchy swag
Young nigga dabbing in expensive fabric
I got [?] in the kitchen, no cabinet
Trap spot with the savaging hitters
King Kong, yeah, I'm a gorilla
Answer the door with the drum
Hundred-fifty round clips, little nigga
No banana clips for you little niggas
Head, get them!
Pull up, hopping out the car, shoe Guitars
Desperado, little nigga

[MPA Head Shakur:]
That ain't this, this ain't that, swerve...

 

[fox69]

"Switching My Wrist"

"Switching My Wrist"


Switching my wrist when I cook it up
Switching my wrist when I cook it up
You could order up delivery
I'm charging extra when I'm pulling up
Remixed the dark, I just switched it up
Finessing and flexing, I'm counting up
My left wrist throw a curb ball
My right wrist, I'ma rock it up
Switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm working my wrist like a hurricane
Flooded the city with the dust
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm whipping the chickens up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm very particular
Scattered the snitches, I'm trapping individual
It's two things for sure: they gon' print money and I'ma get it
These haters, they pitiful
I'm bending corners, rocking linen in a Bentley Continental
I'm smoking presidential, I'm the President and the coach and the player like Derek Fisher
I'm the sensei, but never a Master Splinter
My foreign a hundred, still trapping rentals
No degree, but I still got hella credentials
Zebra Louboutins, strapped like a Fisker
Buscemi locks, I got keys, I got janitors
Fucked up the kitchen, damn, where my manners go?
Sixty-three guts in the pint like a cantaloupe
Whip up the bricks in the pot like Geronimo
In the dopehole, we sell all kinds of dope
Pick up the crate like it's all from the store
Can't figure which wrist I'ma work, I'm bipolar
I'm working the pot, the same color my motor
Ain't gotta scale it, nigga, it's all there
To the country, it's in the air, all air
They going broke, I see grey hair
I got the baby, no daycare
Switching my wrist when I cook it up
Switching my wrist when I cook it up
You could order up delivery
I'm charging extra when I'm pulling up
Remixed the dark, I just switched it up
Finessing and flexing, I'm counting up
My left wrist throw a curb ball
My right wrist, I'ma rock it up
Switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm working my wrist like a hurricane
Flooded the city with the dust
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm whipping the chickens up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
Switching, whipping, beating babies with switches
Have my junkie clean the kitchen with Swiffer
Two pots, three forks, no dishes
Trap hot, they come and shop when they visit
Whipping all kinds of ways different
Want me to stretch it? Gotta be specific
I make them cross out with the flick of the wrist
I make tall money fucking with midgets
I mix the fill with the grits in the pot
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in
I just had to cook a whole chicken
Nigga, hold the pot, steady putting my wrist in
Go to Kentucky, all I need is a stove
Nigga, I'm making fried chicken
Junkies, they coming when I cook it
Nigga, they ain't even buying, they blitzing
Switching my wrist when I cook it up
Switching my wrist when I cook it up
You could order up delivery
I'm charging extra when I'm pulling up
Remixed the dark, I just switched it up
Finessing and flexing, I'm counting up
My left wrist throw a curb ball
My right wrist, I'ma rock it up
Switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm working my wrist like a hurricane
Flooded the city with the dust
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up
I'm whipping the chickens up
I'm switching my wrist when I'm cooking up

 

[fox69]

"Take Down"
(feat. Lil Dude & Goonew)

"Take Down"
(feat. Lil Dude & Goonew)



[Goonew:]
Homicide shit coming through with the draco
Fort Knox, nigga hit the front and the back door
I'm beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hole
Pour a four of wock, how you know that I walk slow
Walk to the bank and I'm counting them hunchos
Catch him down back, [?] make em funk
You the type of nigga, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble
15 caught a body, I ain't even run, though

[Lil Dude:]
Homicide shit get you whacked for the low low
Catching the pack like my last name Ocho
Serving the drop out the back of DeVito's
Beat up the pack like a motherfucking dojo
I don't fuck with these niggas, these niggas, they hobos
I fuck with them migos, can't come in my bio
I put your main bitch number all in my bio
Double back gang, better ride with a Bible
Hoodrich nigga, we psycho
You niggas remind me of something off American Idol
You rapping and I gotta let em get the title (pop pop pop)
But my nigga won't fight you
These diamonds cold like an ice cube
With my boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube
Homicide shit, keep the 7 6 2's

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Rap with a big gun and Lil Dude
I'll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food
Goonew, Hoodrich, nigga, rich like some Jews
I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels
The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues
Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah
Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah
Fourth of July, we don't shoot in the air
Look at my Gucci shoes, look like a belt
I got the Glock with the dick, no homo
Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo
Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman
Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner

[Goonew:]
Still on the block with the Glock on the corner
Youngin's still knocking at three in the morning
Glock with a 30, you know I'm gon' warn them
Homicide shit, catch a body, I'm touring

Huh? Oh, who that?
Who that? Who that, Auntie?
Homicide, nigga
We about to slide through this shit, huh?
Homicide, Hoodrich homicide
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Lil Dude:]
Draco diablo, got hundred rounds
Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds
Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds
Hit him with a combo, that's a man down
Luciano got the drake now
Nigga don't even want to fake now
Ooh, I might eat a nigga's plate now
Take down, take down, take down, take down

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Hit that little bitch from the back, leave her face down
Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds
We got them toys like we still on the playground
Lame ass nigga got flipped with a fake pound
Trapping so hard that I'm making the Feds watch
Rich nigga trapping, them Jordans is deadstock
Cook up the dope, got the J's in a headlock
Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doc

 

[fox69]

"The 9+ Z6NE"
(feat. Lil Marlo)

"The 9+ Z6NE"
(feat. Lil Marlo)



[Lil Marlo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
And Lil Marlo, yeah
We ran up a sack, yeah
Got rich off crack, yeah
In the back of Maybach, yeah
We sippin' on Act, yeah
We gettin' them packs, yeah
And that's a fact, yeah
My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
All my clothes they get [?], pinky ring cost a quarter
Got a hood bitch that's gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don't come short it
[Lil Marlo:]
Bring that money, bring that bitch short, I bring that torch
I was nine years off the porch, I'm thanking our lord
Wondering how I'm gon' get that sack up out that mud
Got them old heads loving the way I'm thugging
Told him give me an old school, I want the butler
Had to put a V12 motor in that Cutlass
Fell in love with the dope game so I'm lusting
And I'll never trust a bitch if she ain't my mother
Told lil Pablo get them bricks and we gon' flood 'em
Give them bitches to my brother
And I'll never trust them niggas so motherfuck 'em
[Lil Marlo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
And Lil Marlo, yeah
We ran up a sack, yeah
Got rich off crack, yeah
In the back of Maybach, yeah
We sippin' on Act, yeah
We gettin' them packs, yeah
And that's a fact, yeah
My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
All my clothes they get [?], pinky ring cost a quarter
Got a hood bitch that's gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don't come short it
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Rocking ice, a coolant, riding foreign, I'm cruising
Strapped up, Lil Uzi, I'm pouring lean, drug abusing
Got your bitch 'cause she choosing
Two bitches, I'm confused
I got rich off of juggs
Shooting at actors, yeah, blow the move
Yeah nigga they go stupid
Shoot in her face, she thinkin' I'm Cupid
These niggas be actors like bitches and groupies
Saved the deposit box and filled it with jewelry
African diamonds clear, your shit looking blurry
V12, you can hear that shit purring
I went to the streets and made me an earning
I'm in that monster cookie same color as Ernie
[Lil Marlo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
And Lil Marlo, yeah
We ran up a sack, yeah
Got rich off crack, yeah
In the back of Maybach, yeah
We sippin' on Act, yeah
We gettin' them packs, yeah
And that's a fact, yeah
My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
All my clothes they get [?], pinky ring cost a quarter
Got a hood bitch that's gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don't come short it

 

[fox69]

"The Matrix"

"The Matrix"


Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Pablo Juan, man, you know what
Ooh, I live in the Matrix
Really got a safe full of blue faces
Bitches comin' from Macon gettin' naked
Keep a hundred, they ain't a hundred, they be fakin'
Fuck on a all white bitch like I'm racist
I got them all white bricks by the cases
I rock that Off White on the ocassion
I just had a ménage with two Asians
Yeah, I live in the Matrix
Pull out the red and the blue pill, she take it
Cash out on whips, we do not make payments
I got the trap hot, scorchin' and blazin'
None of you niggas or bitches can phase me
Cuban link wrapped round' my wrist like I'm slavin'
I got some shooters, can't wait to go crazy
Yeah, I live in the Matrix
I'm dodgin' these bitches, I'm dodgin' these cases
I feel like I'm Neo in the Matrix
Ooh, don't fuck with these bitches, they basic
VLONE mask on like I'm Jason
Two foreigns, park the cars, they adjacent
I count money real fast, call me impatient
Got the shooters with me, ain't no takin', we bracin'
I got ice like a glacier, goodness gracious
I got more in my safe then your bank statement
All this water make a nigga ship sinkin', huh
I feel like the last real on left, I go get Ben Franklins
I ain't shootin' no blank, nigga, we blankin'
Wrap that lil' baby up in the blanket
Gun like the army, I'm the highest rankin'
I make that Draco start sangin'
I get that head till she brainless
Ooh, I live in the Matrix
Really got a safe full of blue faces
Bitches comin' from Macon gettin' naked
Keep a hundred, they ain't a hundred, they be fakin'
Fuck on a all white bitch like I'm racist
I got them all white bricks by the cases
I rock that Off White on the ocassion
I just had a ménage with two Asians
Yeah, I live in the Matrix
Pull out the red and the blue pill, she take it
Cash out on whips, we do not make payments
I got the trap hot, scorchin' and blazin'
None of you niggas or bitches can phase me
Cuban link wrapped round' my wrist like I'm slavin'
I got some shooters, can't wait to go crazy
Yeah, I live in the Matrix
All y'all the same, you remind me of agents
African diamonds, got water like slave ships
All green hundreds, I call them the plain chips
I got water on me just like the rain drip
I got good aim, if I fuck with the same clip
I make that bitch suck the tip
I got them bullets with blue tips
We the ones to choose the FNH to the four fifth
I don't know, I just knock down these hoes like dominoes
I'm all black to the floor like Neo
I got three bitches, that's a trio
Tunnel vision, all I see is the C notes
Paid in full, nigga, I'm watchin for RICO
Took off my blazer and put on my peacoat
Studded her mouth, she got a deep throat
Can't go out sad, fallin' in love with no freak hoe
Ooh, I live in the Matrix
Really got a safe full of blue faces
Bitches comin' from Macon gettin' naked
Keep a hundred, they ain't a hundred, they be fakin'
Fuck on a all white bitch like I'm racist
I got them all white bricks by the cases
I rock that Off White on the ocassion
I just had a ménage with two Asians
Yeah, I live in the Matrix
Pull out the red and the blue pill, she take it
Cash out on whips, we do not make payments
I got the trap hot, scorchin' and blazin'
None of you niggas or bitches can phase me
Cuban link wrapped round' my wrist like I'm slavin'
I got some shooters, can't wait to go crazy
Yeah, I live in the Matrix

 

[fox69]

"They Can't Stand It"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"They Can't Stand It"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Riding in the foreign with a bad bitch
She suck the dick like a savage
Diamonds outside the Cartier glasses
I got them racks in my baggage
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Louis bandana, wrapped up like a bandit
I got them racks, they can't stand it
I just might fuck your little bitch in a mansion
They pour up the lean when I landed
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Pull up in foreign, my diamonds dancing
Rockstar like I'm Marilyn Manson
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Louis bandana, wrapped up like a bandit
I got them racks, they can't stand it
I just might fuck your little bitch in a mansion
Riding in a drop top foreign
Got a foreign, gon' get me the top when I'm horny
Just popped the seal on the Hitech, we pouring
Made a pineapple Fanta dirty orange
Hold up, wait
Tatted all over my arm
Ice all on my charm
I walk in the club, make it storm
Louis to the head up, Farrakhan
Roll up a baseball bat, Barry Bonds
Turbo OG, smoke all up in my lungs
I fucked that little bitch like a savage, then I'm gone
I got the savages selling and heroin
I like that raw Hitech like the redbone
Good brain, so she got a good head on
Pablo and Sosa, the world in our palms
Riding in the foreign with a bad bitch
She suck the dick like a savage
Diamonds outside the Cartier glasses
I got them racks in my baggage
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Louis bandana, wrapped up like a bandit
I got them racks, they can't stand it
I just might fuck your little bitch in a mansion
They pour up the lean when I landed
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Pull up in foreign, my diamonds dancing
Rockstar like I'm Marilyn Manson
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Louis bandana, wrapped up like a bandit
I got them racks, they can't stand it
I just might fuck your little bitch in a mansion
[Chief Keef:]
I got some big O's, Ben Frank, big bankrolls
Young niggas riding around big dracos
The pineapple look like a cherry Faygo
And you know I'm down for life like I'm Fabo
And I'm smoking loud packs, so I can't lay low
And I'm pouring up the purple out the rainbow
We don't take L's, we ain't no fucking lame-O's
Throwing up this cheese, get them bitches raincoats
Let's get it
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Riding in the foreign with a bad bitch
She suck the dick like a savage
Diamonds outside the Cartier glasses
I got them racks in my baggage
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Louis bandana, wrapped up like a bandit
I got them racks, they can't stand it
I just might fuck your little bitch in a mansion
They pour up the lean when I landed
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Pull up in foreign, my diamonds dancing
Rockstar like I'm Marilyn Manson
I got them racks, they can't stand it
Louis bandana, wrapped up like a bandit
I got them racks, they can't stand it
I just might fuck your little bitch in a mansion

 

[fox69]

"Think He The Shit"
(feat. DrugRixh Pe$o & Yung Mal)

"Think He The Shit"
(feat. DrugRixh Pe$o & Yung Mal)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Found me a plug, sent the work to the country
They done gave the wrong nigga money
Don't play with me, nigga, I'm coming and dumping
Chopper on me and it hold a hundred
Nick to a brick, young nigga got the trap bunking
Had to sell them them dummies, made something out of nothing
Cash out on the work, I'm the one doing the fronting
I'm the plug, I came up from nothing
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit

[DrugRixh Pe$o:]
I started DrugRixh, these bitches that I'm the shit
Started with a nick, then I had to learn how to whip
Why the fuck young nigga think he the shit?
I motivate with the trapping, had to get rich
MONY POWR RSPT, wearing gold chains
I'm serving that shit, make a junkie insane
I had to run it up and go hit a lick
The hundred round drum and that chopper, the stick
These niggas be playing, I ain't gon' miss
Too many diamonds, man, I had to fuck your bitch
I sent it to the country, turn on this heat
Started from scratch with a nick in my bitch
DrugRixh, they know I'm the plug in this shit
They gave the wrong young nigga money, I'm rich
In love with this money like it was my stick
Stick my arm in the pot, then I had to cut the brick

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Found me a plug, sent the work to the country
They done gave the wrong nigga money
Don't play with me, nigga, I'm coming and dumping
Chopper on me and it hold a hundred
Nick to a brick, young nigga got the trap bunking
Had to sell them them dummies, made something out of nothing
Cash out on the work, I'm the one doing the fronting
I'm the plug, I came up from nothing
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit

That young nigga think he the shit
I need some tissue
I'ma shoot the whole hundred out the chopper at a nigga and I bet I won't miss him
Hungry nigga, eat the chicken to the bristle
Go to the drive-thru and pick up sack like them crystals
I know I'm the shit 'cause I trap with a pistol
I fucked her on camera, you IG kissing her
Go to Columbus, I turn into Christopher
Trap, I need to front a bank of residuals
Stash spot for the work and the pistols
Stripes like the ref, never had a whistle
Fucked her one time, I don't miss her
Never [?], early dismissal
I think I'm the shit, I be shitting on niggas
In the hood, I got rich on these niggas
Off of drugs, [?] and flip them

Found me a plug, sent the work to the country
They done gave the wrong nigga money
Don't play with me, nigga, I'm coming and dumping
Chopper on me and it hold a hundred
Nick to a brick, young nigga got the trap bunking
Had to sell them them dummies, made something out of nothing
Cash out on the work, I'm the one doing the fronting
I'm the plug, I came up from nothing
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit

[Yung Mal:]
That young nigga think he the shit
Maybe 'cause I come from shit
You rather trick off on a bitch
I rather go take me a risk
We rolling shit up by the zips
There ain't no pressure on this shit
Hold up, and I'm dripping in this motherfucker
Got Spiffy on this motherfucker
Don't get to tripping in this motherfucker
We brought the pistol in this motherfucker
Came up from nothing, they look at me funny
Get the fuck out your feelings and go get the money
Re-up on the dope and I served the little bousin
I done got papercuts and I swear, I keep thumbing
We be just passing them off to the country
Yung Mal getting money, bitch out there for nothing

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Found me a plug, sent the work to the country
They done gave the wrong nigga money
Don't play with me, nigga, I'm coming and dumping
Chopper on me and it hold a hundred
Nick to a brick, young nigga got the trap bunking
Had to sell them them dummies, made something out of nothing
Cash out on the work, I'm the one doing the fronting
I'm the plug, I came up from nothing
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit
That young nigga think he the shit

 

[fox69]

"Thug Life"
(feat. Lil Dude)

"Thug Life"
(feat. Lil Dude)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
I been juggin', trappin', all damn night
I been flippin', cappin', get my sack right
Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
In the streets ain't nothin' nice, I'm livin' the thug life, nigga

Yeah, nigga, thug life like I'm 2Pac
I'm strapped like a soldier in my Reeboks
Too many drugs, I need me a detox
One in the head, no safety, got to decock
I'm rockin' Louis V with peacock
Rollie, AP, Hublot, got three clocks
The VVS diamonds, they look like bombs
Made the pack touch down like I'm Randy Moss
I'm drinkin' that raw in my G-Star
Got killers with me that'll knock you off
Bad bitch with me, she comin' from Panama
Dope dealer, nigga, not a panhandler
Hold up, I'm finna pour me a Fanta up
Stuff the Backwood every time that I'm rollin' up
Iced up, strapped up, please do not run up
I can't relate to these niggas like Gunna
I do not know you niggas, I know numbers
I know the plug, nigga, not the runners
Thug life, got the block hot like the summer
I fuck with the big slime, nigga, anaconda
Fuckin' your bitch, I forgot to use a condom
Ooh, I can't see these niggas, Stevie Wonder
Cold hearted nigga with the heater on me
They locked up my niggas, free the homies

Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
I been juggin', trappin', all damn night
I been flippin', cappin', get my sack right
Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
In the streets ain't nothin' nice, I'm livin' the thug life, nigga

[Lil Dude:]
I'm a thug, you a peon
I got guns, try to run
Hop out trucks with them sticks
Let 'em go, just for fun
I got the juice like Capri Sun
I'm in the big leagues, these niggas D1
Mix the Off White with Saint Laurent
Ooh, and I came through with a big drum
Hundred round drum, none less
Mini Draco, it might make a mess
Luciano, you ain't passed the test
I know big homie, nigga, put your ass to rest
Gelato gas, I don't rock with mid
Put the stick on your big homie if he bullshit
The shoot outs and bullshit, yeah, I be with it
Draco Diablo, El Jefe in it

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Yeah, I got ice on me, I got money on me
I got them bitches on me, I got designer on me
Got my gun on me, I got drugs on me
Dope man, dope man, I bet the plug know me
I been juggin', trappin', all damn night
I been flippin', cappin', get my sack right
Bust down, yeah, nigga, flood this shit with ice
In the streets ain't nothin' nice, I'm livin' the thug life, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Tik Tok"
(feat. BlocBoy JB)

"Tik Tok"
(feat. BlocBoy JB)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Young nigga, you know what I'm seein'
I see you Danny, HoodWolf shit
Pablo nigga, Hoodrich nigga
You know what goin' on nigga

Yeah, ridin' in the foreign like a high speed chase
Loaded with drugs, got a Glock and a K
Gorilla with ice, I'm a Bathing Ape
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, better get out my way
I was trappin' in the hood but I beat the case
Gettin' high on them percs, and I pour up an eight
I wanna have it and eat my cake
A lot of bad habits, get high everyday

Tick-tock, tick-tock, she go 'round and she a thot
Tick-tock, tick-tock, big rocks in my brand-new watch
Tick-tock, tick-tock, fuck her then I put her out
Tick-tock, tick-tock, twenty-four hours we staying down
I got the racks on me right now, bustin' out
You ain't talkin' 'bout money then shut your mouth
Got a Glock and the block on the paper route
I'm on a day date, no time to take you out
Boogers, ice, lean like snot
My white tee lean, and I rock with the pot
Bad bitches only, don't fuck with no thots
No time for beef, we gon' shoot on the spot

Cookies in the oven, dope in the crockpot
At the crack, trap spot beating like a boombox
Brown and the white like a moon pie
My young nigga hang in the hood like the Boondocks
What make you think you a goon now?
Boy you geeked up, sit your ass down
Pull up, my whip zero miles
Got rich, I made mama proud
Skinny jeans type, they Amiri
Diamond Cartier, I see clearly
Drippin' on 'em like I'm teary
Two carats in my earrings
See the diamonds through the tint when I'm staring
Juan, I fuck then I'm disappearing
Your name should be Clarence, you shoppin' the clearance
Hérmes chain, Liberia
My outfit a dime, ten thousand appearance

Tick-tock, tick-tock, she go 'round and she a thot
Tick-tock, tick-tock, big rocks in my brand-new watch
Tick-tock, tick-tock, fuck her then I put her out
Tick-tock, tick-tock, twenty-four hours we staying down
I got the racks on me right now, bustin' out
You ain't talkin' 'bout money then shut your mouth
Got a Glock and the block on the paper route
I'm on a day date, no time to take you out
Boogers, ice, lean like snot
My white tee lean, and I rock with the pot
Bad bitches only, don't fuck with no thots
No time for beef, we gon' shoot on the spot

[BlocBoy JB:]
Tick-tock, you gon' feel defeat just like some flip-flops
2Pac, Notorious B.I.G., ayy this new hip hop
Big Glock, twelve gauge, it's gon' pump you like a pitstop
You say you a dog, you must think that you a pit, stop (stop it)
Hell nah, got your bitch up on my dick dog (she jockin')
Jail call to my niggas, I won't switch dog
Pissed off, can't leave the house without that pistol
Diamonds yellow on my watch 'cause they pissed off

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Tick-tock, tick-tock, she go 'round and she a thot
Tick-tock, tick-tock, big rocks in my brand-new watch
Tick-tock, tick-tock, fuck her then I put her out
Tick-tock, tick-tock, twenty-four hours we staying down
I got the racks on me right now, bustin' out
You ain't talkin' 'bout money then shut your mouth
Got a Glock and the block on the paper route
I'm on a day date, no time to take you out
Boogers, ice, lean like snot
My white tee lean, and I rock with the pot
Bad bitches only, don't fuck with no thots
No time for beef, we gon' shoot on the spot