Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Paid In Full (Lyrics | Audio)

Lyrics “Paid In Full” by Hoodrich Pablo Juan feat. Gunna & Hoodrich Hect

Young Gunna, he came from the South
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them Glocks and the sticks
Thuggin’ with Pablo done got me hood rich

Forgiato, drop the top off the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
Them my hours that I pulled me a lick
Burning Audis, we ain’t trading out whips

You caught me poppin’, helpin’ out with the b*tch
For my dog, n*ggas know we wouldn’t switch
She suck the balls and my b*tch get the clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch

With the faucet b*tch you know I’ma drip
Too many losses, I ain’t pleading the fifth
Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, we gon’ leave the field

Ridin’ in an all white Porsche, same color the rewrap
Saint Laurent kicks, ballin’ like a peacock
Pull up on your b*tch and skeet in her mouth
I’m from the hood, empty Louis pouch
Rich n*gga put a safe under the ground
Ten choppers, we got a thousand rounds

Send in that work like it’s Chinatown
F*ck and forget her, I send her to lost and found
The four door coupe, that’s an A7 Audi
Real street n*gga, I got stripes like the bear
Got a plug for the low, he gon’ send it from Cali
Old school, I got dope in my Rally

F*cked that lil b*tch just for another addy
My young n*gga wildin’ out, Nick Cannon
Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley (1’5)
Pour up an old nine, f*ck a Natty

Young Gunna, he came from the South
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them Glocks and the sticks
Thuggin’ with Pablo done got me hood rich

Forgiato, drop the top off the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
Them my hours that I pulled me a lick
Burning Audis, we ain’t trading out whips

You caught me poppin’, helpin’ out with the b*tch
For my dog, n*ggas know we wouldn’t switch
She suck the balls and my b*tch get the clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch

With the faucet b*tch you know I’ma drip
Too many losses, I ain’t pleading the fifth
Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, we gon’ leave the field

I’m puttin’ tax on it, we ain’t playin’ fair
One call away, we gon’ pull up and get it crackin’ anywhere
And we in the streets, we ain’t seen you there
Got a new chopper, this b*tch roll like a wheelchair
F*ck on your b*tch and she tell me you still care
These the new 81’s, I’m coppin’ every pair

Pull up and air that b*tch out and get out of there
I’m having racks in my skinnies and diamonds yeah
These n*ggas broke, ain’t even having bricks fare
I be state to state, I keep a safe everywhere
HoodRich, f*ck up a check, I got trap fare
Runnin’ with me in the 6, you wouldn’t last there

Homies on every street, young n*ggas everywhere
Hit with the shot, got bodies droppin’ everywhere
Pull up like secret service, we gon’ meet you there
Still on the bullshit, we ain’t playin’ fair

Young Gunna, he came from the South
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them Glocks and the sticks
Thuggin’ with Pablo done got me hood rich

Forgiato, drop the top off the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
Them my hours that I pulled me a lick
Burning Audis, we ain’t trading out whips

You caught me poppin’, helpin’ out with the b*tch
For my dog, n*ggas know we wouldn’t switch
She suck the balls and my b*tch get the clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch

With the faucet b*tch you know I’ma drip
Too many losses, I ain’t pleading the fifth
Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, we gon’ leave the field…

➤ Album: Rich Hood
Produced by BasedKash
Hoodrich Pablo Juan 2018

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