Where I Come From lyrics

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TM88


[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I whip up the brick with my left arm
My n*ggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my n*ggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
f*ck up my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These n*ggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
911 Porsche he got a bomb
Everybody on the f*ck sh*t where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I went to sleep, cut a leg with the chopper (that chopper)
Put one in the head of that yopper (one in the head)
Pull up in a Porsche 911 (skrrrrrt)
Go to New York, drop a big bomb (boom!)
Trapper never been good at con (uh-uh)
I made auntie put the house in pawn (auntie!)
Left pocket, that Notorious (the left)
Right pocket look like Big Pun (right pocket)
FN, they shoot like it's ten guns (FN)
Hit the trap, I just raise funds (raise funds)
Trap or Die, n*gga, this sh*t ain't fun (Trap or Die)
I was young when I learned how to shoot a gun (young n*gga)
I ain't never been a son (uh-uh)
Kicking sh*t, n*gga, punt
Mix Hitech, Actavis, Tussin (I mix it up)
Grape, cherry, banana fruit punch (fruit punch!)
I went through the back door, still waiting in the front (back door)
My family is strapped like the Brady Bunch (my family)
I put my junkie on the salary (junkie!)
She owe me $800 a month (you owe me)
Damier Louis swimming trunks (Damier)
Etiquette like I came from France (etiquette)
Smelling like Yves Saint Laurent (smell like YSL)
I got a bad habit only f*cking b*tches once (only once)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I whip up the brick with my left arm
My n*ggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my n*ggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
f*ck up my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These n*ggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
911 Porsche he got a bomb
Everybody on the f*ck sh*t where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?

[Verse 2: RX PESO]
Dropped them bricks off in a Avalon
Plug on the way, know he dropped off a ton
DrugRixh, got my name from the slums
Trapping on Candler, I serve out the bomb
Twelve hit the spot, trying to handcuff my arm
Send my J's up to the marathon
I cook it so good, said they here to get numb
I whip with the left, call it home run
All of my n*ggas, they shooting for fun
Keep me the chopper, ain't no way I'ma run
I'm the connect and your neighborhood plug
I started from scratch with a nic and a gun
Stuck in jail, called my girl for the bond
Trap on the block, even after the sun
For my young n*gga, a stupid big bomb
Can't love on no b*tch 'cause the trap ain't for 'em
I'm just trying to run my money up
The Percocet, lean, and a double cup
Going to strip clubs and f*ck it up
This trap life, n*gga, I live with the bomb
When the pack touch down, it's a home run
pus*y n*gga trying to rob might get done
With that baby choppa, F&N hand-gun
From the dope hole, n*ggas straight from the slums
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I whip up the brick with my left arm
My n*ggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my n*ggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
Point out my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These n*ggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
911 Porsche he got a bomb
Everybody on the f*ck sh*t where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?
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