Ball Cap Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Intro]
Yea
"H-Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherfu-!"
Let's go, let's go

[Chorus]
Y'ain't really having racks, boy y'all niggas ball cap
We ain't ducking smoke, fuck nigga
We with all that
She look good with no makeup and that ass fat
I took 12 on a high speed chase in Hellcat
I got racks every where I go, I can't help that
I got ice on my neck, it's froze, you can't melt that
Shawty fine, pussy good, and I still felt bad
Walk in smelling like dope
Nigga, I still sell that

[Verse]
I got Gucci's on
I got blue hunnids
Jumping out a foreign whip, Forgiato's on it
My bitch a dime, so you know I drop at least a dime on it
When she ride the dick I bust a nut, she put me in a coma
I done came a long way from the corner
If she ain't fine about her business I don't want her
I roll a Backwood up, I'm a stoner
Jumping out the foreign, kicking shit with the [?]
Turn your bitch into a babysitter, I left my kids on her
[?], rose gold, 40 pointer
Need a pick in the 6, gave it to my lawyer
Don't even try to get my bitch, nigga
You can't afford her