[ Featuring Marlo ]
Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
And Lil Marlo, yeah
We ran up a sack, yeah
Got rich off crack, yeah
In the back of Maybach, yeah
We sippin' on Act, yeah
We gettin' them packs, yeah
And that's a fact, yeah
My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
All my clothes they get boiled, pinky ring cost a quarter
Got a hood bitch that's gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don't come short it
Bring that money, bring that bitch short, I bring that torch
I was nine years off the porch, I'm thanking our lord
Wondering how I'm gon' get that sack up out that mud
Got them old heads loving the way I'm thugging
Told him give me an old school, I want the butler
Had to put a V12 motor in that Cutlass
Fell in love with the dope game so I'm lusting
And I'll never trust a bitch if she ain't my mother
Told lil' Pablo get them bricks and we gon' flood 'em
Give them bitches to my brother
And I'll never trust them bitches so motherf*ck 'em
Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
And Lil Marlo, yeah
We ran up a sack, yeah
Got rich off crack, yeah
In the back of Maybach, yeah
We sippin' on Act, yeah
We gettin' them packs, yeah
And that's a fact, yeah
My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
All my clothes they get boiled, pinky ring cost a quarter
Got a hood bitch that's gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don't come short it
Rocking ice, a coolant, riding foreign, I'm cruising
Strapped up, Lil Uzi, I'm pouring lean, drug abusing
Got your bitch 'cause she choosing
Two bitches, I'm confused
I got rich off of juggs
Shooting at actors, yeah, blow the move
Yeah nigga they go stupid
Shoot in her face, she thinkin' I'm Cupid
These niggas be actors like bitches and groupies
Saved the deposit box and filled it with jewelry
African diamonds, your shit looking blurry
V12, you can hear it purring
I went to the streets and made me an earning
I'm in that monster cookie same color as Ernie
Hoodrich Pablo, yeah
And Lil Marlo, yeah
We ran up a sack, yeah
Got rich off crack, yeah
In the back of Maybach, yeah
We sippin' on Act, yeah
We gettin' them packs, yeah
And that's a fact, yeah
My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered
All my clothes they get boiled, pinky ring cost a quarter
Got a hood bitch that's gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis
We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don't come short it
