Fish in the Coupe - HoodRich Pablo Juan

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan, man

MONY POWR RSPT, nigga

I need all of that

I’m Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool

Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool

Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget

Watch how they move

I go to the border, I’m Tom Cruise

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m plugged in Houston, Texas, like I’m Trae the Truth

Robber turned trapper, I’m a rapper with a W

I’m rapping them up at the W

Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot

Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof

My last name is Juan, I’m scraping the skrt, skrt

Poof, I turn one brick to two

I’m riding round with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I got some young niggas with the dreads shoot like the Rasta

Pull up with no problem

I got a .38 revolver

Too much gold on me, feel like I’m Shabba

Diamonds from Africa,

Only real niggas on the MONY POWR RSPT roster

Used to be trappers and robbers

Told all my niggas we getting Ferraris

Me and Dre used to trap with an Atari

Candler Road, remember where it started?

Plug nigga, but I turned to an artist

The hood told me you go the hardest

Don’t give no fuck, I’m gon' get this shit regardless

We gon' pull up on them on the Harley

Bricks in the fender bender

I got the Britney Spears

And I got Molly, I got it

I’m Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool

Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool

Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget

Watch how they move

I go to the border, I’m Tom Cruise

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m plugged in Houston, Texas, like I’m Trae the Truth

Robber turned trapper, I’m a rapper with a W

I’m rapping them up at the W

Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot

Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof

My last name is Juan, I’m scraping the skrt, skrt

Poof, I turn one brick to two

I’m riding round with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding downtown with Bobby Brown

Fifty bricks, nigga, fifty pounds

You can come and get it, I’ll serve you right now

He taking too long, I’ma break it down

Riding dirty in my brand new Mercedes

Four baby bottles, I’m having them babies

Come down the wrong way, you think that shit gravy?

Come with that money or I’ll send you to Grady

Whip with the left, hold the pot with the right

Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred on the dice

Kick down your door, I’m a thief in the night

Cut the brick open, I keep me a knife

My homie got mad 'cause I fucked with the white

No NBA player, I’m dunking in white

Christian Louboutin with different colored spikes

Come jump in my hood like a Thriller, I’m Mike

Fuck with them Percs and them Mollies, I might

Givenchy Rottweiler, my dog gon' bite

Cooking up fish and I add in the spike

I put a four in a one-liter, dirty ass Sprite

I’m a player, nigga, I don’t fuck hoes twice

Have a nigga shoot you, that’s smoke from a pipe

I married the money, they throwing rice

Got goonies at night like The Poltergeist

Got fish in the coupe and I’m going to Michigan

Young niggas shoot, don’t think, they ignorant

Keep me a strap 'cause I know I got many men

They faking, these niggas scared to be my enemy

I re-up with Andrew and stack all the Benjamins

Practice cooking up a zip like I’m scrimmaging

Having a lot of tree like I’m Timberland

Fish tail in the coupe, nigga, with the fish in it

I’m Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool

Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool

Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget

Watch how they move

I go to the border, I’m Tom Cruise

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m plugged in Houston, Texas, like I’m Trae the Truth

Robber turned trapper, I’m a rapper with a W

I’m rapping them up at the W

Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot

Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof

My last name is Juan, I’m scraping the skrt, skrt

Poof, I turn one brick to two

I’m riding round with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe

Riding around with the fish in the coupe