Where I Come From Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Ft. RX PESO)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I whip up the brick with my left arm
My niggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my niggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
Fuck up my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These niggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
911 Porsche he got a bomb
Everybody on the fuck shit where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I went to sleep, cut a leg with the chopper (that chopper)
Put one in the head of that yopper (one in the head)
Pull up in a Porsche 911 (skrrrrrt)
Go to New York, drop a big bomb (boom!)
Trapper never been good at con (uh-uh)
I made auntie put the house in pawn (auntie!)
Left pocket, that Notorious (the left)
Right pocket look like Big Pun (right pocket)
FN, they shoot like it's ten guns (FN)
Hit the trap, I just raise funds (raise funds)
Trap or Die, nigga, this shit ain't fun (Trap or Die)
I was young when I learned how to shoot a gun (young nigga)
I ain't never been a son (uh-uh)
Kicking shit, nigga, punt
Mix Hitech, Actavis, Tussin (I mix it up)
Grape, cherry, banana fruit punch (fruit punch!)
I went through the back door, still waiting in the front (back door)
My family is strapped like the Brady Bunch (my family)
I put my junkie on the salary (junkie!)
She owe me $800 a month (you owe me)
Damier Louis swimming trunks (Damier)
Etiquette like I came from France (etiquette)
Smelling like Yves Saint Laurent (smell like YSL)
I got a bad habit only fucking bitches once (only once)