Mind of a Hustler Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Ft. CEO Trayle)

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
(Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whipper)
(Pyrex)
Yeah

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Dripping, I mix the designer with custom
Heart of a killer, the mind of a hustler
Don't trust myself, why the fuck would I trust?
Fill up my savings, put stones in my bust
Stand on the pedal, I leave ’em in dust
Can't fit in the Lam' and we got the truck
Gotta stay down if you down on your luck
If I get locked up, I ain’t got nothing to discuss
I just feel bad for them niggas switched up
I probably sprained my ankle runnin' it up
I made a mil' in the booth and the trap
Ruth's Chris, nigga, we used to eat scraps

[Interlude: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ha
Heart of a killer, the mind of a hustler
Pablo Juan, nigga, Hoodrich shit
I'm really from the hood, like (Hеart of a killer, the mind of a hustler)
I ain't had nothing, nigga, I was poor, nigga
Got nothing еlse to say about that shit, nigga
(Ayy, Pyrex, this motherfucker hard as fuck, slime)
Don't trust myself, why the fuck would I trust?
Hood