Whats Hannin - HoodRich Pablo Juan

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Walk in, she digging my swag, diamond

All this ice 'round me, I think I’m Alaskan

Girl, what that is on your bag?

What’s happenin'?

Shorty, she thick with an ass, no waist

Knock it out the park, then slide, I don’t save

Why would I fuck with you?

I know that you fake

They locked me up, but I’m beating the case

I don’t do makeup, I paint on her face

She eat it up, she like how it taste

You know it’s Off-White just by my lace

Too many foreigns, you don’t wanna race

Too many foreign bitches, different races

VVS’s turned the gown to the lake

Grind everywhere like I had me a skateboard

Looking like money, might drop me my top

My old bitch trapped out the Honda Accord

Got the bando with hallways, need extension cords

I was grinding for mine, you were wishing for it

Lost some shooters, still running up the scoreboard

Got the OG in the trap, the Tyrannosaurus

Wanna treat me when she see me, I’m the explorer

Louis V on, it look like a chessboard

Yellow and a redbone like Connect Four

'Til he get back, I’m screaming, «Free Trap Lord»

I get that pack, go bananas

No construction, got the bricks in the house

Draco with me, I got wood on the handle

How you make it out?

Was stuck on that Candler

I popped a Perc' and it gave me more stamina

Louis, Amiri jeans like an animal

Ass too fat, I think I can’t handle

I still remember her, I got her on camera

Smelling like 'Latto, excuse my manners

Designer on me, I’m dripping like «Panda»

Margiela Maison

I take it out and I skeet on her face

I can’t go broke, that’d be a disgrace

Look and sound like me, you can’t take my place

Got this shit on me, it’s right on my waist

Bleed them blue hundreds, I love them big faces

Johnny Dang flawless, I spent thirty K

Walk in, she digging my swag, diamond

All this ice 'round me, I think I’m Alaskan

Girl, what that is on your bag?

What’s happenin'?

Shorty, she thick with an ass, no waist

Knock it out the park, then slide, I don’t save

Why would I fuck with you?

I know that you fake

They locked me up, but I’m beating the case

I don’t do makeup, I paint on her face

She eat it up, she like how it taste

You know it’s Off-White just by my lace

Too many foreigns, you don’t wanna race

Too many foreign bitches, different races

VVS’s turned the gown to the lake

Grind everywhere like I had me a skateboard

Looking like money, might drop me my top

My old bitch trapped out the Honda Accord