Waffle House OSBS, HoodRich Pablo Juan & Desto Dubb

[Intro]
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, look

[Chorus]
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Can't take advice from no nigga ain't had shit
Actin' tough, we gon' stomp 'em out
Bitch, I got syrup like the Waffle House
Speak on my name, we gon' shoot it out
They catchin' bodies like Beckham, it's hot in my hood
Callin' plays like I'm Belichick
I make that bitch fuck the homies, she'd do it for free
That's her fault, still gon' need my check
I tat the hood on my neck so don't ask for a photo
I'm a Crip, you ain't gotta check
We don't do beefin' on internets
Hе claim he a killer, I'm into that
Tryna be hood, wеll, I'm really that
Pussy plottin' on robbin' my partner, he silly cat
I show his ass where the billi' at, yeah

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
You know I'm good in my neighborhood
From Candler, but trap off of 166 Lakewood
Can't take advice from no broke nigga, fuck I look like?
Shawty gon' eat up the dick, say it taste good
Hah, Louis V hightops on the court wood
You gon' lose if you cook it, but I bet it snort good
Amiri jeans fittin' me tight, still got the strap on me, nigga
I'm the boss, mean that I got a faculty, nigga
Sack-chasing bitches tryna tackle a nigga
Do it for an image, you a wrestler, nigga
Real dope boy outside your woods and the rest of the niggas
Tryna take a nigga soul, get the best of a nigga
Big Margiela, get stepped on, lil' nigga
Real VVS's, put the tester on 'em, nigga
Go up with the plug like a tester, lil' nigga
I'll send his ass to heaven, I'll flex that lil' nigga