[Intro]
Hood, yeah
(Sick Luke)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I just lil walk and got a thot, bustdown
Titties on the bottom of the draco, hundred rounds
Meet me at the spot, the bach just touchdown
Put in on a plane, the train a greyhound
Plain Jane look like a grown man, sauce
Lil rick, guns in the lamb
Cribbing weed, Louie V’s on with the time
I work all day they think I’m Mexican

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Hit a lick god damn broke, god damn
Street n***a, I could grow a flower in the sand
You ain't here selling straight jump off the wok drop
Clutching the Glock every time they hear the door nob
Sucky ass n***a, really a blow pop
I be, matching the dark like the Ozark
Lightskin and black, yeah I got both Glocks
Hit a truck that bat, the trap getting closed off
Drinking that lean and I dozed off
Ooh you look good take your clothes off
Fight n***a cream with the wok hardt
Strawberry goods in the Maybach like poptarts
Your rich n***a got bricks like the walmart
All red hellcat, I drive it like hotsauce
I ain’t never going back broke, in Shala
All different kind of money, Maison my tie-dye
Juggling lean, perks and gelato on sky-high
You’ll be with a real, I had to my kind
Taking the soda, but fuck her just one time
We let all the sticks hit it, it sound like the drumline
Real diamonds, don’t need no flash or the sunshine
10 thousand jewels in my ear, carrots
I thought you n***as was real I’m embarrassed
Way I be dressing, I’m really from paris
Say what I say so you really a parrot
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I just lil walk and got a thot, bustdown
Titties on the bottom of the draco, hundred rounds
Meet me at the spot, the bach just touchdown
Put in on a plane, the train a greyhound
Plain Jane look like a grown man, sauce
Lil rick, guns in the lamb
Cribbing weed, Louie V’s on with the time
I work all day they think I’m Mexican

[Verse 2: RX HECTOR]
Valentio painted leather like lipgloss
Atleast 5-50 in the back getting topped off
Soon as I land I’ma get the hoe back off
Keep the dope it’s a rent gotta keep it wrapped up
Sauvé Ravioli goods in the lamb truck
N***a better tie that shoe before I put them trips up
Hundred thousand all blues, I done run the strips up
When the truck turn in gotta cook the spot down
If the spot work in still bringing down pounds
Talk about her mans, hold it if you getting down
Stash spot goes in like its Ozark
In the back of the rib wearing dopebook
Still pull in the hood get his shakebook
If he get out of line we gon act up
And I got it all off I ain’t touch nothing
I just shit down the spot when the pack come
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I just lil walk and got a thot, bustdown
Titties on the bottom of the draco, hundred rounds
Meet me at the spot, the bach just touchdown
Put in on a plane, the train a greyhound
Plain Jane look like a grown man, sauce
Lil rick, guns in the lamb
Crib weed, Louie V’s on with the time
I work all day they think I’m Mexican