f*ck Whatcha Heard lyrics

by

Hoodrich Pablo Juan


[Chorus: Que Almighty]
I pull out the bank out the A, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Born and raised around the apes, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Chopper knock off all your face, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Kill the witness, beat the case, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
I got hundred papes for days, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Early morning, serving J's, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Risked my freedom, then get paid, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Pour this rain and get to spraying, n*gga, f*ck what you heard

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
f*ck what you heard, this how I'm really living
I was four feet, working with midgets
I got the babies, no children
Follow that yellow brick road, the Wizard
Gi-ven-chee, Gi-vahn-chee, to be specific
All this water on me, look like Pacific
All out of Xans 'cause all I know is chickens
Ran him out the city, heard he was snitching
Chris Paul, got assistance
Big Ahk, wearing Christians
First we knock, then we kick in
Trap bunking like the Wendy's
I cook it in your face like Beni's
Tinted Bentley, I ain't renting
My shot switched, n*gga, I'm winning
Wheel of Fortune, got my wrist spinning
[Chorus: Que Almighty]
I pull out the bank out the A, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Born and raised around the apes, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Chopper knock off all your face, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Kill the witness, beat the case, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
I got hundred papes for days, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Early morning, serving J's, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Risked my freedom, then get paid, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Pour this rain and get to spraying, n*gga, f*ck what you heard

[Verse 2: Que Almighty]
I got the rocks of tan and Percs for every bump on your face
$2200 for a box and there's twelve pints in the case
Full of my [?] with my nine and I'm balling
I'm Bobby Boucher in the clutch
We are not for that, my pockets [?]
Them hoes could've started a [?]
f*ck what you heard, what you thought
Me and Pablo from East Atlanta
Sending the pack [?]
Hit up the sack like, "Meet me on Candler"
I don't wanna f*ck on your b*tch, I'm too picky
Too OCD, I'm clean when I'm sipping
[?] sh*t when I'm sipping
'Cause I'm in the group when I'm drinking a fifty
Thumb through a chicken, I blew it, no Cripping
I've been on them Percs, I'm jugging and serving
Hell is you doing? Which one is you working?
Don't talk on the phone, better meet me at [?]
Looking [?] I got what you wanted
Is it rock [?]
Break down the pounds, it's 3 O's and I'ma beat it
Muhammad Ali, boy, your hoe get to shaking
[Chorus: Que Almighty]
I pull out the bank out the A, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Born and raised around the apes, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Chopper knock off all your face, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Kill the witness, beat the case, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
I got hundred papes for days, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Early morning, serving J's, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Risked my freedom, then get paid, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Pour this rain and get to spraying, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
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