Double C's - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Louis V millionaire shades

Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays

Fucked a lil' bitch from the blades

Roll up and pour up 'til I’m in a daze (Uh-huh)

Thirty round like I’m shootin' Treys

Pull up and beat up the trap, it’s a fade

I fucked up the money soon as it got made (Fuck that shit up)

I fuck from the back, ain’t tryna see your face

I got these racks on me, I look like a safe

Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)

Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch

Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)

Smokin' exotic, I could ride a (Exotic)

Came from poverty, they thought I weren’t shit (Came outta pov)

Had to stay out, I was fucked up in apartments (I was fucked up)

Plug in Houston got me gettin' a

Trappin' double,

Gotta stay down, you niggas ain’t no hustlers

Thot bitch, gotta fuck her, can’t cuff her (Bitch)

wit' the gas and shuffle

Gettin' bags and a scale, necessities

I never tell, not even the recipes (Shh)

If you switched up, don’t even stand next to me (Pussy ass)

Find out he stole, get murdered, accessory (Kill 'em)

You a, talkin' 'bout bless me

No job, go to work

I cut the dope like a verse (Cut it)

Throw a party on that pussy like smurf

Let me in the club wit' strap and Miss Butterworth

Slim thick, baby girl, that’ll work (That'll work)

Ha, pussy ass nigas need skirts (Pussy)

Yeah, I take the order like Clerks (What you want?)

I fuck her off of the Percs (Yeah)

I found a plug, made it work

Heard you ran off, stupid ass nigga (Stupid ass nigga)

49's like I’m in San Francisco (Ha)

I’m in New York wit' a

Two different Draco’s, they identical

Jumped on a plane to L. A, I had three straps (Three straps)

Back like I’m CeeLo, I’m rollin' like

I’on really do no talkin' like my phone tapped (I ain’t talk)

country nigga, gotta make a long cap (Country nigga)

Louis V millionaire shades

Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays

Fucked a lil' bitch from the blades

Roll up and pour up 'til I’m in a daze (Uh-huh)

Thirty round like I’m shootin' Treys

Pull up and beat up the trap, it’s a fade

I fucked up the money soon as it got made (Fuck that shit up)

I fuck from the back, ain’t tryna see your face

I got these racks on me, I look like a safe

Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)

Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch

Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)

Smokin' exotic, I could ride a (Exotic)

Came from poverty, they thought I weren’t shit (Came outta pov)

Had to stay out, I was fucked up in apartments (I was fucked up)

Plug in Houston got me gettin' a

Trappin' double,