It’s the kid
Hood Rich Pablo Juan
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Checkin' in with my brothers from the Chi
Chilander shit, man, DJ Shon, nigga
Don't play, nigga, money, power, respect
Stop hatin', nigga, need to get your bread up
Know what I'm sayin'
My real name is, I don't wanna say shit (skrr, hold on, yeah, what)
Stop hatin', nigga, need to get your bread up (get your what)
A bad bitch, she gave me head and back rub (I ain't what)
I'm runnin' to the bag, I ain't bad bruh (skrr, Dexter, yeah, what)
Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head and back rub
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (I had to bag it up)
Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr)
Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head and back rub
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (I had to bag it up)
Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (uh, Dexter, yeah, what, ooh)
Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (need to get your bread up)
I got a bad bitch, she give me head, she bag it up (she give me head, she what)
Runnin' to the money, had to bag it up (I had to what)
Got a foreign with me, you know this bitch a Bentley truck (skrr skrr skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what)
I got your bitch, I smoke your wife like Black & Milds (skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what)
I got your bitch, I smoke your wife like Black & Milds
She a hater, see it from a mile
She a hater, see it from a mile (she a hater, what)
Geekin' on the stage, I pop a molly, then go wild
I can't trust nobody, I'm paranoid, might shoot the crowd (bow, bow, bow)
Yeah, spray the whole crowd, I don't give a fuck (yeah)
I was broke as fuck, now a nigga bag it up (yeah, Dexter)
Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head and back rub
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (Dexer, what)
Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr)
Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head and back rub
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (oh man)
Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (oh man goddamn)
