Hoodrich Pablo Juan Minute Maid Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Pablo Juan, you know what I'm sayin'
Money Plugs and Guns shit, nigga
Ronny J please turn me up
Hood

Got bands like it's a parade
I juug all that pack before I go hit the stage
I ride in that four-door, I fill it with Ks
I f*cked that bitch once, she ain't nothin' but a phase
I came out the trap, they amazed
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise
Tryna see how to kill 'em without catchin' a case
I chop off the top and I ride minute maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days
Dead fresh like I jumped out the grave
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade
Graduated in the trap with all As
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase
I'm pullin' the strings like I'm tyin' my lace
Double the rate if he shot in the face

Build up my muscle from spendin' like Popeye
Rollie Arabian, Inshallah
Bankroll all colors, they lookin' like tie-dye
f*ck your baby mama, she callin' me dada
Pull up in foreigns, I jump out with 4-5s
f*ck a lil' chopper, I only need one eye
Shit on niggas like E. coli
Money machine, calculate, I'm a robot
If they ain't pay me, then I ain't gon' go out
Runnin' your mouth 'bout some shit you don't know about
Drippin' on niggas, walkin' with the pole out
Shoot with the magazine, ain't talkin' rollout
When I'm done with that bitch, you can get her back
They mad 'cause I run it up, they overlap
I put a hole in his neck, he ain't show no respect
I'm playin' like cards, I'm straight out the deck
Give me that brain, that intellect
He really a bitch but he pop on the internet
Dressin' on niggas like vinaigrette
Dick on the Glock and it wanna have sex
No flex, I bought some brand new baguettes
Run up on me and get popped like a Percocet
I been a boss and I know where you work at
Stay away from broke, I'm allergic to that

Got bands like it's a parade
I juug all that pack before I go hit the stage
I ride in that four-door, I fill it with Ks
I f*cked that bitch once, she ain't nothin' but a phase
I came out the trap, they amazed
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise Tryna see how to kill 'em without catchin' a case
I chop off the top and I ride minute maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days
Dead fresh like I jumped out the grave
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade
Graduated in the trap with all As
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase
I'm pullin' the strings like I'm tyin' my lace
Double the rate if he shot in the face

I'm gone, y'all niggas ain't even near me
Tryna stuff fifty racks in the Amiris
I take it to trial, say f*ck the jury
Dead broke, I found a plug to cure me
Straight out of Jeffery's, my swag pad pure
Smokin' out the can, West Coast Cure
You not a leader, you just cheer
Scared of heights but I'm up, I'm facin' my fears
Best dressed, I been fresh all year
Hunt all the opps down like they was deer
Pull up on niggas, I turn on the owl
Quarter pounder like McDonald's, no smile
Plain jane, but I iced out the dial
It ain't no ref out here, gotta play foul
Pull out, I'm drippin', I need me a towel
f*ck 'bout no beef, I can eat me a cow
f*ck with the hundred round drum, that's a bullet shower
I thought he was tough, he ain't nothin' but a coward
Get some brain from a bitch from DC to the house
They wanna catch me slippin', but I won't allow it
Smellin' like some Dove, I'm fresh like some down
Got a Glock with a dub when I'm in Clayton County
Countin' bankrolls in the trap where they found me
Started with nicks and I came up off ounces

Got bands like it's a parade
I juug all that pack before I go hit the stage
I ride in that four-door, I fill it with Ks
I f*cked that bitch once, she ain't nothin' but a phase
I came out the trap, they amazed
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise
Tryna see how to kill 'em without catchin' a case
I chop off the top and I ride minute maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days
Dead fresh like I jumped out the grave
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade
Graduated in the trap with all As
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase
I'm pullin' the strings like I'm tyin' my lace
Double the rate if he shot in the face