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(D. Hill)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I stepped in this b*tch with the swag
n*gga be hatin, I get in my bag
Pull up with the coupe hear the jag
Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash
She gon get naked like birthday, I throw a party like bash
I got the gold on my neck like first place, n*gga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pus*y, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a n*gga like sketch
I’m rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this sh*t on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
None of you b*tches look better than money
Jump on the di*k like a crash dummy
Jump out the foreign I left it running
Quit all that cap it ain't talking bout nothing
Too much swag, swag on a Hundred
All blue diamonds I wear on a Monday
Pour up the lean, I know I'm a junkie
I let your b*tch roll the weed for me
Pockets they fatter than Guap
Oo drippin on n*ggas you gon need a mop
Hatin on me but I score when you block
f*ck from the back and I don’t wanna stop
Foreign I'm dropping the top
She was boring I put her on block
Diamonds they made of rock
Run up baguettes they hit in they box
f*ck all my haters I go out like opps
When I call up the plug he sent me a dub
Thought it was swept under the rug and then he got shot
And don't give a f*ck my choppa a thot
Dove in the streets I went heard first
Two piece Gucci like med nurse
Roll up gelato like Smokepurpp
I know I'm rapping so dope first
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I stepped in this b*tch with the swag
n*gga be hatin, I get in my bag
Pull up with the coupe hear the jag
Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash
She gon get naked like birthday, I throw a party like bash
I got the gold on my neck like first place, n*gga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pus*y, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a n*gga like sketch
I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this sh*t on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs

[Verse 2: Guap Tarantino]
Pull up on scene
Chasing the money, I'm making it green
I got your honey she f*ck on the team
Just bought a Glock and it came with a beam
Yeah
I had to go make a wave, young n*gga made some shade
Yeah yeah
n*gga won't play we gon pop at-pop at his face
She give me top in the back of the Wraith
Hold on, hold on racks in your face
Rose gold Rollie cost 60K
n*gga might just hit as lick today
Yeah I got juice no Minute Maid
Have a couple shows I’m getting paid
Got a couple hoes I’m getting laid
b*tch digging my feng shui
I f*ck these b*tches the fun way
I'm in the booth we used to tape
We from the 6 we made our own name
Gave me a shaft and I take over the game
Break out the stick and these shooters gon rain
Just like singer we’re jiggin in the rain
I pop these percs to ease the pain
Highlight the splurge I bought some chains
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I stepped in this b*tch with the swag
n*gga be hatin, I get in my bag
Pull up with the coupe hear the jag
Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash
She gon get naked like birthday, I throw a party like bash
I got the gold on my neck like first place, n*gga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pus*y, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a n*gga like sketch
I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this sh*t on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs