Lyrics Dolce Gabanna - HoodRich Pablo Juan , Mal & Quill
Beatmonster
Yung
Lan
on
the
track
Huh,
yeah
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
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)
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
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)
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
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