Dolce Gabbana

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Beatmonster
Yung Lan on the track
Huh, yeah

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet (Jumped off the porch)
Never goin' broke, I'ma ball like an athlete (Never, ball)
Servin' the chickens like Zaxby's (Brrt, chicken)
Drop off a box with a ten piece (Drop it off)
Candler Road dope hole, serve out the window (Candler Road)
Hundred pounds on the way, plug just sent 'em (Hundred pounds)
Jump in the pot, turn my wrist to a blender (Woop woop woop)
Fuck that lil' bitch then I'm back to the money (Fuck that lil' bitch)
Runnin' the foreign, money my mental (Runnin' the foreign)
Fuck that lil' bitch then I'm back to the money (I'm gone)
I put that money over everything (Everything)
Servin' that dope to my aunties and uncles (Aunties and unc')
Pick up the backend, nigga, quit frontin' (Backend)
Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana (Dope, D&G)
Hoodrich, nigga, I wan't nothin' but them hundreds
Ride with the stick and that bitch hold a hundred

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
Ride with that stick how I'm 'posed to
AK, AR, I don't give a damn, that my go-to (I don't give a damn)
1'5, Candler, yeah, we havin' dope too (1'5)
Nigga tryna beef with the gang through the Pro Tools (What?)
Drop my top, I got rid of the sunroof (Drop my top)
Louis V on my feet, kickin' one, two (Louis V)
Runnin' through all these bands I been countin' through (Bands)
Down bad, watch how these niggas gon' doubt you
Jump off the porch, got a bag
Nigga ain't never goin' broke, got them racks in the grass
And we got them babies like dad, huh
Thirty round stuffed in the mag, mag back
I took this shit out the bag, backpack
Ride in the Beam and the Jag, back to back
We never goin' out sad, scratch that
Backend comin' in fast (On God)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet (Jumped off the porch)
Never goin' broke, I'ma ball like an athlete (Never, ball)
Servin' the chickens like Zaxby's (Brrt, chicken)
Drop off a box with a ten piece (Drop it off)
Candler Road dope hole, serve out the window (Candler Road)
Hundred pounds on the way, plug just sent 'em (Hundred pounds)
Jump in the pot, turn my wrist to a blender (Woop woop woop)
Fuck all that talkin', I'm straight in her dental (Fuck all that talk)
Runnin' the foreign, money my mental (Runnin' the foreign)
Fuck that lil' bitch then I'm back to the money (Fuck that lil' bitch)
I put that money over everything (Everything)
Servin' that dope to my aunties and uncles (Aunties and unc')
Pick up the backend, nigga, quit frontin' (Backend)
Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana (Dope, D&G)
Hoodrich, nigga, I wan't nothin' but them hundreds
Ride with the stick and that bitch hold a hundred

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I fucked that bitch and I'm fresh, I'm in Dolce Gabbana, D&G, uh
Got cash money like CMB (Cash)
Can't stop, won't stop, nigga goin' hard like concrete, uh
Big condo on 14th Street
At the top of that bitch, we can see
Got eight gold chains on, wet like some pee
I'm smoking Runtz, don't smoke OG
I'm still in the trap and I might serve your unc'
Too many racks, my pockets got lumps
I come from a crumb, I cannot help but to stunt
Foreign, my trunk in the front
Yeah, I get the bag in the front
But I'm not cuffin' a slut
Got old money, Harriet Tut
I'm finna run up them M's, you with it or what? (Let's go)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet (Jumped off the porch)
Never goin' broke, I'ma ball like an athlete (Never, ball)
Servin' the chickens like Zaxby's (Brrt, chicken)
Drop off a box with a ten piece (Drop it off)
Candler Road dope hole, serve out the window (Candler Road)
Hundred pounds on the way, plug just sent 'em (Hundred pounds)
Jump in the pot, turn my wrist to a blender (Woop woop woop)
Fuck all that talkin', I'm straight in her dental (Fuck all that talk)
Runnin' the foreign, money my mental (Runnin' the foreign)
Fuck that lil' bitch then I'm back to the money (Fuck that lil' bitch)
I put that money over everything (Everything)
Servin' that dope to my aunties and uncles (Aunties and unc')
Pick up the backend, nigga, quit frontin' (Backend)
Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana (Dope, D&G)
Hoodrich, nigga, I wan't nothin' but them hundreds
Ride with the stick and that bitch hold a hundred