Hood Rich Joseph McFashion (Ft. AllStar JR, Babyface Ray & Payroll Giovanni)

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Trappin ain't dead, these niggas scared, and I'm fed up
You the type to get caught with that sack, and give your mans up
Serve it all, I'm never [?] these niggas playing tough
1500 blues on my set [?] truck
[?] I'm tryna get that Lamb truck
Lamb chops with rice, talking business with the damb plug
She a lay up, and I hit her friend, that's an M1
Shoot a pussy nigga, watch him bleed [?]
I'm living life, no regrets
Did some shit, made mistakes
I ain't perfect, but a nigga eep it real, tell them that
Pick them off, mail them back
Take his shit, sell it back
[?]
[?] living like [?] only thing that held us back
Play ball and hit the streets, [?]
Niggas gon never leave the D, hood rich, they all trap
Niggas be paying me for verses, I done turned into the bag
Word on the street, that boy working with a half
[?] whole different race, it's 200 on the dash
I can tell from your lifestyle, you [?] with your last
You can tell I'm sippin juice forever, purple on my flag
[?] stuffed with bankrolls, that's why I got a sag nigga
Why would I be worried bout you lil dirty ass niggas?
[?] I'm finally starting to pass
[?] sippin oil [?] crash