Rover Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Intro]
Yeah (Haha) You know what the fuck goin' on
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
The fuckin' champ, nigga
Lets go

[Chorus]
Ice on my wrist like I broke it
Drivin that whip like its stolen, ooh (Skrrt)
Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it)
Yeah, she let him from the back
I got it wet, got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha)
Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back)

[Verse 1]
I gave my 'ye to wifey, buss 'em down
Trap nigga, all I know is grams and scams
Dior, the pilot, put him on the ground
Malcom X chopper peepin' out the blind
Couple niggas switched and my niggas still ride
Claim they want beef, when I seen 'em, they lyin'
Ride by myself with a hundred twenty rounds
Draco, .40 Glock and a pocket rocket
Don't want smoke, these niggas just be cock blocks
Came up out that hoe, trappin' was my only option
I had a eight ball in my corner pocket
31 flavours, in the trap like Baskin Robins
You're the one that took the court wit' the baksetball
Now I gotta re-up, nigga, just to get it on
I ain't never been a follower, I'm a general
We was stealing some dope we some criminals