Hoodrich Pablo Juan Blow It All
Walking with a cool ten in the mall
F..ck that shit, nigga, blow it all
New Chanels in, get a phone call
Tell Jeffrey that I want them all
I bust a pint open, I'm drinking raw
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma ball
F..ck it, I'ma get it right back
F..ck it, I'ma blow it all
They ain't used to text back, now they call
F..ck them bitches, I'ma f..ck them all
F..ck up the money and get it right back
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
I f..cked up a little ten in the mall
I trap at Neiman, think I play basketball
I walk in that shit you ain't never saw
That blue cookie turned into a Avatar
My niggas, they with me, I got them all
Put a four in the Sprite, drink a deuce raw
Put a twenty on my neck, that's a waterfall
Bust down a Rollie or Audemars, I want them all
Front end come in, I'ma blow it all
Back end come in, I'ma throw it all
Spend money on pistols and choppers and all
Just bought a whole pound, I'ma blow it all
Damn, I got raw on my G Star
I'ma f..ck on your bitch at a Five-Star
How you blow a motor out of a brand new car?
Trapping hard, I just bought new Givenchy with stars
Walking with a cool ten in the mall
F..ck that shit, nigga, blow it all
New Chanels in, get a phone call
Tell Jeffrey that I want them all
I bust a pint open, I'm drinking raw
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma ball
F..ck it, I'ma get it right back
F..ck it, I'ma blow it all
They ain't used to text back, now they call
F..ck them bitches, I'ma f..ck them all
F..ck up the money and get it right back
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
F..ck up that shit 'cause I know I'm rich
Grew up [?] for the risk
Eating filet at the Ruth's Chris
I bust down the Rollie, it's lit
I throw up the money, she hit the splits
My nigga, we good like we hit a lick
I might just throw the [?] off a brick
I might just trick off on your bitch
I blow it all, I don't give a shit
Blow it with my niggas, hoodrich
F..ck the rap money, been had the bricks
Got free bands, started from a nick
Keep telling my niggas stop taking shit
F..ck the rap game up, I'm raping it
Designer Pampers when my baby take a shit
I'm the bird man, on my Baby shit
I'll serve you a baby, I'll break the bricks
Walking with a cool ten in the mall
F..ck that shit, nigga, blow it all
New Chanels in, get a phone call
Tell Jeffrey that I want them all
I bust a pint open, I'm drinking raw
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma ball
F..ck it, I'ma get it right back
F..ck it, I'ma blow it all
They ain't used to text back, now they call
F..ck them bitches, I'ma f..ck them all
F..ck up the money and get it right back
F..ck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all