Top Songs By HoodRich Pablo Juan
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HoodRich Pablo Juan
Vocals
Playboi Carti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Sterling Pennix
Songwriter
Thomas Le Souder
Songwriter
Zaki Ghafir
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ikaz Boi
Producer
Myth Syzer
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yah, Assup, Uh
What's next?
What's next?
What's next?
What's next?
What's next?
What's next?
They say, what's that?
I'ma get that, too, but what's next?
Bitch, I'm having
[Verse 2]
I just need a check
I just copped a Vette
I got me some head
I got many bitches get on my neck
Like I need some head
But you better watch your mouth
Better hold your lip
Oh shit, that's some real shit
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Twenty years old, ayy
Twenty mil owed
And I need thirty for show
Ohh, I had to let you know
Ohh, I'm, I'm on that O
And young Pablo with me, Ohh
And we ain't on dro
On that gelato
[Verse 3]
Ice, ice, got the best price
I'm selling Vanilla ice, off-white
Can't be my bitch unless you a dyke
All that money on you, ****, it must be nice
I'm pouring a four of that ASAP Yams
I call up my **** Carti when I land
Roll up a fat backwood, three grams
Four rings, got a Audi on my hand
Bust that bitch down at the Westin and ran
Playboy, two bad bitches from Instagram
Swerving, serving, give me one minute, man
Gun in my hand, I can't fuck up my pants
Diamonds dab, ****, see how they dance
Real ****, I'm just saying
Watch the door, we got the dope in the pan
Fly **** like I'm Peter Pan
[Verse 4]
I just need a check
I just copped a Vette
I got me some head
I got many bitches get on my neck
Like I need some head
But you better watch your mouth
Better hold your lip
Oh shit, that's some real shit
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Twenty years old, ayy
Twenty mil owed
And I need thirty for show
Ohh, I had to let you know
Ohh, I'm, I'm on that O
And young Pablo with me, Ohh
And we ain't on dro
On that gelato
[Verse 5]
I woke up, these **** acting like me
They trying to be, but these **** nothing like me
Pop me a bar and I fucked up that Luis V
Fucked your little bitch, I forgot she remembered me
We drunk that lean and that shots of that Hennessy
Glock forty, thirty shots for my enemy
I ain't up twenty mill yet, but I'm finna be
Rich **** in the hood, street **** feeling me
Got these bitches digging me
She hold my dick for me while I pee
Fresh as a bitch, they like, Who is he?
Rocking Channel with the double C
Your bitch really ain't my cup of tea
One on one, ****, custom me
They wanna know what the recipe
Gold on my neck like a treasury
[Verse 6]
I just need a check
I just copped a Vette
I got me some head
I got many bitches get on my neck
Like I need some head
But you better watch your mouth
Better hold your lip
Oh shit, that's some real shit
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Twenty years old, ayy
Twenty mil owed
And I need thirty for show
Ohh, I had to let you know
Ohh, I'm, I'm on that O
And young Pablo with me, Ohh
And we ain't on dro
On that gelato
Written by: Sterling Pennix, Thomas Le Souder, Zaki Ghafir