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PERFORMING ARTISTS
HoodRich Pablo Juan
HoodRich Pablo Juan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
Sterling Pennix
Sterling Pennix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
****, I'm tryna get rich
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
****, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the trap, and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap, and I'm stiff
Bitch **** think this a lick
****, I rob with the stick
[Verse 2]
Hoodrich, ****, I been on the bullshit
Drivin' the foreign, I rob with the stick shift
Trappin' the brick, we got sticks
Popped me a Perc and a Xan, I'm lit
Ooh, young **** ignorant
Popped the 8-bit for adrenaline
Shootin' the sticks at my enemies
Designer drippin', I'm in Christian (Drippin')
Designer drugs, Hitech, and Activis, lean sippin' (Lean)
Fuck that lil' bitch, and I jump in the Benz
I got tissue paper, young **** shits
I got bricks, sell you right in the kitchen (Bricks)
I sell the dope with the Glock with extensions (Glock)
Fuck you thought, bitch? I fill up my bottle
Think this a lick, you gon' get your ass popped
I fucked that bitch, I just got me some top
Ride with the stick with a hundred shot (Boom)
Ooh, I made that Glock pop (Bah)
Make your ass lean, rock (Lean, lean)
Still got that dope in my sock (In my sock)
Stiff, I don't fuck with no cops (No)
Run up, you get your ass shot (Boom)
I got the keys on lock (Keys)
I get the pounds from the crop (Yup)
Trap God like Guwop, bitch (On God)
[Verse 3]
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
****, I'm tryna get rich
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
****, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the trap, and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap, and I'm stiff
Bitch **** think this a lick
****, I rob with the stick
[Verse 4]
Stiff on my prices, I ain't stuck on no bitch (Stiff)
Ain't stuntin' on hoes, I got money to get
Wrap up a dummy, get your ass tricked (Dummy)
Jump in the Honda and pick up the bricks
First, I had to go get money (Get money)
Then I had to get some more (Some more)
Crossin' minds, servin' O's, playin' tic-tac-toe (Crossin' minds)
I got the blow, just follow your nose (I got that blow)
Ridin' foreign, drop the top when it's cold
I ain't gotta trap, it's already sold (It's cold)
On the phone, I be talkin' in code
I'm too real, ****, I can't get exposed
Neck like the North Pole (Cold)
Big ring like a won the Super Bowl (Big ring)
Cook on four burners, I need another stove
Gas like the Texaco
I'm gettin' money, said I changed on 'em (Get money)
I'm still in the hood with my chains on me (Still in the hood)
Stayed down, I ain't had no big homie
Candler Road, started off in the 6 Zone
Trap out the flip phone
In the projects with the street lights on
Sellin' off-white and brown, two-tone
Trappin', tell my bitch I ain't never comin' home
[Verse 5]
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
****, I'm tryna get rich
Give a fuck 'bout no bitch
****, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the trap, and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap, and I'm stiff
Bitch **** think this a lick
****, I rob with the stick (Bitch)
Written by: Joshua Cross, Sterling Pennix
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