Stiff - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Give a fuck 'bout no bitch

Nigga, I’m trying to get rich

Give a fuck 'bout no bitch

Nigga, I’m trying to get rich

I’m in the trap and I’m stiff

I’m in the trap and I’m stiff

Bitch nigga think this a lick

Nigga, I rob with the stick

Hoodrich, nigga, I’ve been on the bullshit

Driving the foreign, I rob with the stick shift

Trapping the brick, we got sticks

Popped me a Perc and a Xan, I’m lit

Ooh, young nigga ignorant

Popped the Act for adrenaline

Shooting the sticks at my enemies

Designer dripping, I’m in Christian

Designer drugs, Hitech, and Actavis, lean sipping

Fuck that little bitch and I jump in the Benz

I got tissue paper, young nigga shit

I got bricks, sell you right in the kitchen

I sell the dope with the Glock with extensions

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

Riding with the stick with a hundred shots

I’ve made that Glock pop

Make your ass lean, rock

Still got that dope in my sock

Stiff, I don’t fuck with no cops

Run up, you get your ass shot

I got the keys on lock

I get the pounds from the crop

Trap God like Guwop, bitch

Give a fuck 'bout no bitch

Nigga, I’m trying to get rich

Give a fuck 'bout no bitch

Nigga, I’m trying to get rich

I’m in the trap and I’m stiff

I’m in the trap and I’m stiff

Bitch nigga think this a lick

Nigga, I rob with the stick

Stiff on m prices, I ain’t stuck on no bitch

Ain’t stunting on hoes, I got money to get

Wrap up a dummy, get your ass tricked

Jump in the Honda and pick up the bricks

First, I had to go get money

Then I had to get some more

Crossing minds, serving O’s, playing tic-tac-toe

I got that blow, just follow your nose

Riding foreign, drop the top when it’s cold

I ain’t gotta trap, it’s already sold

On the phone, I be talking in code

I’m too real, nigga, I can’t get exposed

Neck like the North Pole

Big ring like I won the Super Bowl

Cook on four burners, I need another stove

Gas like the Texaco

I’m getting money, said I changed on them

I’m still in the hood with my chains on me

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 when the street lights on

Selling off-white with the brown, two-tone

I’m trapping, tell my bitch I ain’t never coming home

Give a fuck 'bout no bitch

Nigga, I’m trying to get rich

Give a fuck 'bout no bitch

Nigga, I’m trying to get rich

I’m in the trap and I’m stiff

I’m in the trap and I’m stiff

Bitch nigga think this a lick

Nigga, I rob with the stick