
Shoot Like Juddy Hoodrich Pablo Juan
"Shoot Like Juddy" by Hoodrich Pablo Juan, released in 2017, is a #HipHop track that showcases themes of street life, ambition, and resilience. The lyrics emphasize confidence and success in the face of adversity. Unique elements include a catchy beat and vivid imagery. The song reflects the hustle culture in contemporary rap.

[Intro]
Yeah, eat it up, Champ
Eat it up
[Chorus]
How many racks can I fit in my thot bag?
Ride around with the stick and the loud
Fuck 12, we don't fuck with no hounds
Real trapper, I came up off the ground
Balenciaga, I be steppin' in racks (Yeah)
And we drippin' too hard, made her skeet (Yeah)
Make a burger, got bread for the beef (Yeah)
Cut the diamonds like a princess square
Change up the time, got too many diamonds
Water boy, go get the sack like a lineman
You straight? Nigga, you know we got iron
You cap, nigga, we know that you lyin'
Margiela on top of the Gucci (Yeah)
She suckin' and give me a loogie (Yeah)
She nasty, she want it in her booty (Yeah)
Shoot a nigga ass like Juddy (Yeah)
[Verse]
She want the blow like the movie
Hoodrich, high class, raw like sushi
I don't do cap, this ain't illusion
Nigga want rice, so I made him a noodle
I ride with a Draco in the two-door coupe
Interior of the Benz same color as boo-boo
I keep gettin' richer, they think I do voodoo
Got cropped out the picture, find that you snitchin'
I'm a Hoodrich nigga, I'ma fuck on a vixen
Where it go? Damn, the pack got missin'
More Cartiers than the whole state of Michigan
Geeked up, I be on different perscriptions
Exotic gelato, it blow in the whips
In the lab now, I got flavor like dips
Bow bow bow, 38 special
Hotbox the whip and step in Margielas
What you gon' do with that gun, big fella?
Yeah, eat it up, Champ
Eat it up
[Chorus]
How many racks can I fit in my thot bag?
Ride around with the stick and the loud
Fuck 12, we don't fuck with no hounds
Real trapper, I came up off the ground
Balenciaga, I be steppin' in racks (Yeah)
And we drippin' too hard, made her skeet (Yeah)
Make a burger, got bread for the beef (Yeah)
Cut the diamonds like a princess square
Change up the time, got too many diamonds
Water boy, go get the sack like a lineman
You straight? Nigga, you know we got iron
You cap, nigga, we know that you lyin'
Margiela on top of the Gucci (Yeah)
She suckin' and give me a loogie (Yeah)
She nasty, she want it in her booty (Yeah)
Shoot a nigga ass like Juddy (Yeah)
[Verse]
She want the blow like the movie
Hoodrich, high class, raw like sushi
I don't do cap, this ain't illusion
Nigga want rice, so I made him a noodle
I ride with a Draco in the two-door coupe
Interior of the Benz same color as boo-boo
I keep gettin' richer, they think I do voodoo
Got cropped out the picture, find that you snitchin'
I'm a Hoodrich nigga, I'ma fuck on a vixen
Where it go? Damn, the pack got missin'
More Cartiers than the whole state of Michigan
Geeked up, I be on different perscriptions
Exotic gelato, it blow in the whips
In the lab now, I got flavor like dips
Bow bow bow, 38 special
Hotbox the whip and step in Margielas
What you gon' do with that gun, big fella?
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