Who You Gon Rob - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Hood

(OG Parker)

Let’s go

I put that money over bitches, MOB

Fuck I’ma do if I ain’t got no job?

I gotta eat and they want me to starve

Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob?

Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars

Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card

Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha)

I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard

Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard

Go where I want, I’m still rockin' my Audemars

Hoodrat bitch say she still tryna fuck me raw

Petty lil' nigga stole from me, I cut him off

Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it

I’ve been to war with these niggas, I’m a veteran (I've been to war)

They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy)

He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried)

Fuck all this shit, I don’t cherish it

I see these niggas acting hard, they characters

Say you was serving, but nigga used to walk to the store

Had to trap out by graveyard to grove

Real nigga, fuck all that clout, y’all hoes

In the trap, same clothes, it don’t never close

Run when you see 12, better not open that door (Fuck 12)

Fuck that, jump off the patio (I'm gone)

I was stayin' down with K-Town by it’s 3014 shit, the playground

I was just sharp with the strap in the book bag

Came from the west, in the airport, touchdown

Check my watch, I’m screamin' time

Bustdown, trappin', learned how to survive

Watch for the camouflage, they in disguise

I cannot dwell on her, I bought a

My bitch say she need me, fuck it, bye, huh

Say you want my chain, try

Wanna know what I bang?

Glocks

Whole different spot for the lean in the rocks

This shit in my blood, I blame my pops

Money for real, this shit ain’t no props

Fuck all that talkin', let off some shots

One in the head, this shit already cocked (Boom)

Run up on me, I’ma send you to God

I put that money over bitches, MOB

Fuck I’ma do if I ain’t got no job?

I gotta eat and they want me to starve

Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob?

Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars

Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card

Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha)

I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard

Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard

Go where I want, I’m still rockin' my Audemars

Hoodrat bitch say she still tryna fuck me raw

Petty lil' nigga stole from me, I cut him off

Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it

I’ve been to war with these niggas, I’m a veteran (I've been to war)

They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy)

He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried)

Yeah, yeah

Jump out with that stick, nigga try it, I’m darin' him

Nigga tell you what, I’ma pull up, embarrass him

Kill you, you, you, you, you and the rest of them

Racks, Glocks, sticks, yes, we carry them (Carry)

And your opp,

Spin the whole block, get in there

Chop a nigga top, beheading 'em

I catch your big homie, a fuck nigga carry 'em

Shoot up the work and I shoot up the veteran

They know that it’s us, so you know we ain’t sparin' 'em

Scope that boy out, now that chopper put air in him

My young nigga throwed, probably shoot at the ambulance

Whip out the stick, turn that boy to the running man

These niggas some bitches, I call 'em Juwanna Mann

Too many digits, I need me some rubber bands

Hoppin' out the cut, boogeyman

These niggas ain’t Superman

Whole lot of sticks, Zulu man

Real blood diamond, African

I hang with the Taliban like in Afghanistan

He say that he the plug, but he really the dope man

Whole lotta diamonds, I feel like a snowman (Lil' bitch)

Fear of God drip, but I’m not fearin' no man

I put that money over bitches, MOB

Fuck I’ma do if I ain’t got no job?

I gotta eat and they want me to starve

Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob?

Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars

Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card

Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha)

I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard

Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard

Go where I want, I’m still rockin' my Audemars

Hoodrat bitch say she still tryna fuck me raw

Petty lil' nigga stole from me, I cut him off

Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it

I’ve been to war with these niggas, I’m a veteran (I've been to war)

They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy)

He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried)

These niggas really be scary

Don’t even compare me, these little boys Larry

Pull up in all black like I was allergic to dairy

Reppin'-ass nigga, they startin' to get arrogant

Trapped out the flea market by Candler and McAfee

You know I got it, why the fuck you askin' me?

These niggas ad-libs, they come after me

Pistol whip 'em, assault with battery

Can’t wait to catch that nigga, keep at-ing me

Big dog status, no license to carry

MPR with the beat, they twenty like Harriet

Tito and Wicc, they been with me since Candler

Rocky was ready to do 'em on camera

Fuck it, we gotta get 'em all, no sparin' 'em

Thought he was real, he turned out to be a scammer

.308 in Dracos, we go to the opps' hood

Ain’t got no job, how I’ma not jugg?

They keep on shoppin', it must be good

Straight out the 'partments, you can just call me Hood

Blue hundreds cripping, I got 'em in blood (Shh)

Bitch, shut up, I’m talkin' to the plug

Run into an opp, he got swept up under the rug

Nigga switched up, but I don’t give a fuck

Pussy-ass nigga