[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Pablo Juan, n***a, a real trapper
I don't know about y'all n***as
Plug and the socket shit
(ATL Jacob)
Cap shit, n***a
Better ask somebody
(That boy Cassius)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real trapper, Drugs"R"Us
Trap in the spot, hope twelve don't bust
Glock with a safety, I just can't trust
Plug calling my phone and the pack done touched
Bag on the plane, pints on the bus
X and the Xan', pressing them up
Real trappers, Drugs"R"Us
Busting the script, I ain't got to touch it
When I go OT, I'ma double it up
I trap it low-key out the pickup truck
I found me a plug, I'm charged up
I run it up, they thought I was stuck
You buying designer, I go re-up
I'm still selling drugs, I can't kick my feet up
Fuck twelve, caught a case, beat it up
They get behind me, I'm speeding up
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real trapper, n***as want to be like us
Serve the two for five, go and re-up
Bust a slab down and serve out the bus
Ride around with that Glock, that's a must
I dont trust you n***as, who can I trust?
Go to school, I ain't used to eat lunch
I was counting dope in the trap like fruit punch
Roll up Gelato, I'm smoking on Pink Runtz
I was on the Eastside, [?] wood
I'm from death row, can't come to my hood
Shut down the 'partment, they know what we doing
Run up in the trap, man, I wish a n***a would
Ha, selling dope by the Fletchers
Fuck twelve, they can't catch us
Stay with the plug like I was a Tesla
I got to see if that dope good, I get it shipped to my tester
I'm in the kitchen like Nutty Professor
I ain't used to have shit so I get it aggressive
Got babies, no daddy, they bastards
Come to my trap, bring your money, no hassle
Rock the title C like I got a saddle
Dracos and Glocks and ARs for the cattle
N***a pull up, I'll see you on the camera

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real trapper, Drugs"R"Us
Trap in the spot, hope twelve don't bust
Glock with a safety, I just can't trust
Plug calling my phone and the pack done touched
Bag on the plane, pints on the bus
X and the Xan', pressing them up
Real trappers, Drugs"R"Us
Busting the script, I ain't got to touch it
When I go OT, I'ma double it up
I trap it low-key out the pickup truck
I found me a plug, I'm charged up
I run it up, they thought I was stuck
You buying designer, I go re-up
I'm still selling drugs, I can't kick my feet up
Fuck twelve, caught a case, beat it up
They get behind me, I'm speeding up
[Verse 2: MPA Wicced]
Still in the trap house
I'm selling dope with the strap out
The plug put a load up, weighing the bales on the scale, the battery ran out
I'm working hard for this shit, you n***as and bitches be having your hands out
You ain't a boss and you taking them losses, you ain't even hip, put your mans off
I got a stick, it came with a drum, this shit be knocking some heads off

[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
Pull up in Demon, not Trackhawk
Do the ho big, gon' max out
Mister Blue Benjamin, racks I trust
Open up a fifty pack, smell like must
Back to the trap house, Drugs"R"Us
Cut it down the center like custard
Seats in the GT look like mustard
Truck go, "Beep", I'm full 'til it dump shit
Trap house beating, hope twelve don't bust it
Fill up my blunt with the Runtz and Gushers
Slamming the packs, I'm building my muscles
I got a concussion, I'm taking the Tussion'
Duck, dodge, boom, bust it
Trapping with the Ruger, Russian
Longway, bitch

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real trapper, Drugs"R"Us
Trap in the spot, hope twelve don't bust
Glock with a safety, I just can't trust
Plug calling my phone and the pack done touched
Bag on the plane, pints on the bus
X and the Xan', pressing them up
Real trappers, Drugs"R"Us
Busting the script, I ain't got to touch it
When I go OT, I'ma double it up
I trap it low-key out the pickup truck
I found me a plug, I'm charged up
I run it up, they thought I was stuck
You buying designer, I go re-up
I'm still selling drugs, I can't kick my feet up
Fuck twelve, caught a case, beat it up
They get behind me, I'm speeding up