Stepped In Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Ft. Guap Tarantino)

(D. Hill)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I stepped in this bitch with the swag
Nigga 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, nigga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a nigga like sketch
I’m rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this shit on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
None of you bitches look better than money
Jump on the dick 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 bitch roll the weed for me
Pockets they fatter than Guap
Oo drippin on niggas you gon need a mop
Hatin on me but I score when you block
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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