Piped Up (Remix) lyrics
by Hoodrich Pablo Juan
[Intro]
Hoodrich, ah yeah, you’re listening to DJ Kryptonite n*gga, skrrt
[Chorus]
I got gaffas on me, I walk around with extra
Chanel swag, b*tch yeah, ooh, I’m on flaccid
I pull up piped up n*gga
It ain’t ain’t nothing you can tell me
This is God's dwelling left my AP on the dresser
I got gaffas on me, I walk around with extra
Chanel swag, b*tch yeah, ooh, I’m on flaccid
I pull up piped up n*gga
It ain’t ain’t nothing you can tell me
This is God's dwelling left my AP on the dresser
[Verse 1]
Jerry Rock gonna compress
I’m Achilles like I’m made of the fest
Skroop, skroop, dipping the sack
And did it hundred bands in my drum
Yeah, you can name a n*gga fresh
Selling the dope’s ain’t cool on my tech
Red rivers on I walk on the deck
Clean sh*t like a hitter
Can’t [?] I’m a teach you better
Kiss yo girl then I make her get wetter
Ya’ll snitch n*gga on it with them, yeah yeah yeah
APO running I hit like a seizure
f*ck her then go get the billy
Look at me I’m a star like a Da Vinci
Recs on me I’m like a [?]
Hoodrich
[Chorus]
I got gaffas on me, I walk around with extra
Chanel swag, b*tch yeah, ooh, I’m on flaccid
I pull up piped up n*gga
It ain’t ain’t nothing you can tell me
This is God's dwelling left my AP on the dresser
I got gaffas on me, I walk around with extra
Chanel swag, b*tch yeah, ooh, I’m on flaccid
I pull up piped up n*gga
It ain’t ain’t nothing you can tell me
This is God's dwelling left my AP on the dresser
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute
VL Deck I’m in b*tch
Pull up in the LK ya’ll thought it was ready
On my raky [?] brain gon hit my engine
Two colt double stunt goddamn I just spilled it
Took straight cash to the dealers
A lil at the dog food dealer
Thirties and forties am ping you to the payments ass n*gga
Stop breaking our solution
When we cut n*gga I recruit you
Sip more rosy a day he smashing on like Future whoa whoa
[Chorus]
I got gaffas on me, I walk around with extra
Chanel swag, b*tch yeah, ooh, I’m on flaccid
I pull up piped up n*gga
It ain’t ain’t nothing you can tell me
This is God's dwelling left my AP on the dresser
I got gaffas on me, I walk around with extra
Chanel swag, b*tch yeah, ooh, I’m on flaccid
I pull up piped up n*gga
It ain’t ain’t nothing you can tell me
This is God's dwelling left my AP on the dresser