[Intro]
(That boy Cassius)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Peewee Longway]
Keep it real don't cost a nigga nothing
I don't wanna hear it, it ain't 'bout the money
They ain't used to want me, now they all on me
I know they jealous, they acting funny
Shorty thick, I ain't talking 'bout chubby
You gotta go when I'm through cumming
Still having old shoebox hundreds
Got her hooked on narcotics, not phonics
Uh, put the bricks in the trap and they calling it yummy
Big booty freak, she suck dick with the bonnet
Put a pole in the condo, they calling it Onyx
Hit the dope, say my name three times like Jumanji
Three-five in the Backwood, I get the munchies
Bitch get that dope, then can tweak like a junkiе
Twenty-eight glass bags servеd like a luncheon
Line full of junkies, it look like a function
Longway, bitch
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
You hating, your blood full of jealousy
You ain't real, you can't stand next to me
How the fuck you do that? With the recipe
These fuck niggas can't get the best of me
Gold on my neck, it's a treasury
I walk with myself and I'm ten steps ahead of me
Ha, little-bitty boy, you petty
Ain't gotta ask if I'm ready
Fuck what you say you gon' do to me
Ain't gotta ask if I'm strapped, got two on me
All of that cap shit ain't fooling me
Nigga, this trap shit ain't new to me
I put the pack where it's 'posed to be
Gotta make sure all my niggas got groceries
[?][1:11]
Got the S on the Draco like Bumblebee
Ooh, I take a loss, that shit humble me
Bitch, I'm a boss, you could come work for me
Run up the sack like deep blue sea
I eat the pack up like bon appétit
Couldn't get it off, he got cold feet
Junkies in the trap give me ARP
The MPR chain with baguettes 3D
The bottom of the hill got a trap by the creek
(That boy Cassius)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Peewee Longway]
Keep it real don't cost a nigga nothing
I don't wanna hear it, it ain't 'bout the money
They ain't used to want me, now they all on me
I know they jealous, they acting funny
Shorty thick, I ain't talking 'bout chubby
You gotta go when I'm through cumming
Still having old shoebox hundreds
Got her hooked on narcotics, not phonics
Uh, put the bricks in the trap and they calling it yummy
Big booty freak, she suck dick with the bonnet
Put a pole in the condo, they calling it Onyx
Hit the dope, say my name three times like Jumanji
Three-five in the Backwood, I get the munchies
Bitch get that dope, then can tweak like a junkiе
Twenty-eight glass bags servеd like a luncheon
Line full of junkies, it look like a function
Longway, bitch
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
You hating, your blood full of jealousy
You ain't real, you can't stand next to me
How the fuck you do that? With the recipe
These fuck niggas can't get the best of me
Gold on my neck, it's a treasury
I walk with myself and I'm ten steps ahead of me
Ha, little-bitty boy, you petty
Ain't gotta ask if I'm ready
Fuck what you say you gon' do to me
Ain't gotta ask if I'm strapped, got two on me
All of that cap shit ain't fooling me
Nigga, this trap shit ain't new to me
I put the pack where it's 'posed to be
Gotta make sure all my niggas got groceries
[?][1:11]
Got the S on the Draco like Bumblebee
Ooh, I take a loss, that shit humble me
Bitch, I'm a boss, you could come work for me
Run up the sack like deep blue sea
I eat the pack up like bon appétit
Couldn't get it off, he got cold feet
Junkies in the trap give me ARP
The MPR chain with baguettes 3D
The bottom of the hill got a trap by the creek
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