Paid In Full Lyrics - Hoodrich Pablo Juan

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 

Ridin' Audis, we ain't trading out whips 

You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the bitch 

For my dog, niggas know we wouldn't switch 

She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip 

I stack it all, get that money like Mitch 

With the faucet bitch you know I'ma drip 

Took 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 

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Ridin' in an all white Porsche, same color the rerock 

Saint Laurent kicks, ballin' like a peacock 

Pull up on your bitch and skeet in her mouth 

I'm from the hood, empty Louis pouch 

Rich nigga put a safe under the ground 

Ten choppers, we got a thousand rounds 

Send in that work like it's Chinatown 

Fuck and forget her, I send her to lost and found 

The four door coupe, that's an A7 Audi 

Real street nigga, 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 

Fucked that lil bitch just for another addy 

My young nigga wildin' out, Nick Cannon 

Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley (1'5) 

Pour up an old nine, fuck a Natty 

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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 

Ridin' Audis, we ain't trading out whips 

You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the bitch 

For my dog, niggas know we wouldn't switch 

She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip 

I stack it all, get that money like Mitch 

With the faucet bitch you know I'ma drip 

Took 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 bitch roll like a wheelchair 

Fuck on your bitch and she tell me you still care 

These the new 81's, I'm coppin' every pair 

Pull up and air that bitch out and get out of there 

I'm having racks in my skinnies and diamonds yeah 

These niggas broke, ain't even having bricks fare 

I be state to state, I keep a safe everywhere 

HoodRich, fuck up a check, I got trap fare 

Runnin' with me in the 6, you wouldn't last there 

Homies on every street, young niggas 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 

Ridin' Audis, we ain't trading out whips 

You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the bitch 

For my dog, niggas know we wouldn't switch 

She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip 

I stack it all, get that money like Mitch 

With the faucet bitch you know I'ma drip 

Took 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