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Hoodrich Pablo Juan

"Juggin Dat Pack"

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
n*gga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n*gga
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
n*gga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Jugging that pack by the ten
Jugging that pack by the bale
I jugged the pack, then I go buy a Rollie
I'm jugging the pack off the scale
See 12, better bail
Street n*ggas got money for bail
Shoot a n*gga in your face
n*gga, you better not tell
n*gga can't catch every cell
Everyday n*gga, I'm jugging it well
I got the gas, I'm just waiting on the mail
All different kinds of sh*t, I'm having clientele
I used to have to sell the dimes at the store
Now I get bricks on the boat
Plug love me 'cause young a n*gga moving that dope
Got the keys in the low
And I got the keys for the low

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
n*gga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n*gga
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
n*gga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Jugging that pack
Don't call me unless you won't tell no better
I'm trying to go ice out my bezel
I want the foreign that come with three pedals
I'ma Designer my sh*t, not the leather
Birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together
So I'm with my n*ggas forever
And all of my n*ggas, we rich forever
I wanna pull up in 'Bachs
And I wanna hop out the back
You wanna pull up for the pack?
You gotta pull up in the back
Trap house doing jumping jacks
Percocets make a n*gga scratch
Burglar bar door with the hatch
Five n*ggas and ten straps

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
n*gga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n*gga
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
n*gga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

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