Wrappin’ & Shippin’ Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Ft. Jose Guapo)
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[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo]
Straight from the projects to Phipps Plaza
Ten thousand dollars on Balenciaga
Got the Feds looking for me, Ferragamo
They follow the blood on my red bottoms
I walk through the hood like I'm Pablo Zanotti
Bought a new Rolex, no illuminati
Spending two burners like it's Kawasaki
Pull out the drop, so we working Hibachi
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I don't gotta measure walking in Jeffreys
I spent my extras on Giuseppe steppers
They know my name in rotators and [?]
From the ceilings and the re-rock oppressors
I play with the gwap like I'm Hugh Hefner
Mui Mui shade, get your shit together
I went to Africa, came back with a bezel
Ferragamo on the way, they arrest her
Give me a brick, I'ma turn it to three
I'm Fabo, betcha can't do it like me
The shipment is cheap, sharper than the crease
Givenchy specific expensive feet
I checked on IG
Mason Margiela done mentioned me
Tommy Hillfiger thinking about lynching me
Cartier, R.I.P. to Pimp C
Still sitting in the skirt in with work with DC
Fuck the feds and my enemies
Thinking like 2Pac, I'm ready to die like I'm Biggie
Guap, hold the chopper, he gon' take nigga with me
[?] the vibe and skurted the whip
We rocking and selling hoes, that's how we flip it
Little nigga, mind your business
I'm feeding my foes, they bleeding and cripping
Straight from the projects to Phipps Plaza
Ten thousand dollars on Balenciaga
Got the Feds looking for me, Ferragamo
They follow the blood on my red bottoms
I walk through the hood like I'm Pablo Zanotti
Bought a new Rolex, no illuminati
Spending two burners like it's Kawasaki
Pull out the drop, so we working Hibachi
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I don't gotta measure walking in Jeffreys
I spent my extras on Giuseppe steppers
They know my name in rotators and [?]
From the ceilings and the re-rock oppressors
I play with the gwap like I'm Hugh Hefner
Mui Mui shade, get your shit together
I went to Africa, came back with a bezel
Ferragamo on the way, they arrest her
Give me a brick, I'ma turn it to three
I'm Fabo, betcha can't do it like me
The shipment is cheap, sharper than the crease
Givenchy specific expensive feet
I checked on IG
Mason Margiela done mentioned me
Tommy Hillfiger thinking about lynching me
Cartier, R.I.P. to Pimp C
Still sitting in the skirt in with work with DC
Fuck the feds and my enemies
Thinking like 2Pac, I'm ready to die like I'm Biggie
Guap, hold the chopper, he gon' take nigga with me
[?] the vibe and skurted the whip
We rocking and selling hoes, that's how we flip it
Little nigga, mind your business
I'm feeding my foes, they bleeding and cripping
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