Lyrics
Hoodrich, Hoodrich
Trust me -
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, love you, okay
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, love you, okay
And the demons, they be tryna talk to me
I just block 'em out with the Louis V
She got two coffee cups, but no coffee
This bitch look like a real life Barbie
Plug be at my door like a Mormon
Rollin' up dope, it's enormous
Gas in her face, yeah, she gorgeous
They think that they Scottie, then I'm Jordan
Yeah, this song really 'bout to blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
Yeah, I'm really 'bout to blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
I just drip the sauce and they stop and stare
Running up the guap like a flight of stairs, okay
She do what I say like I double dare
'Cause the way I'm balling it's just unfair, okay
Money coming in like the sweepstakes
Taking what I want 'cause it's my take, okay
I don't want that bitch 'cause she hella fake
Got 'em all jumpin' like a pump fake, okay
Plug be at my door like a Mormon
Rollin' up dope, it's enormous
Gas in her face, yeah, she gorgeous
They think that they Scottie, then I'm Jordan
Yeah, this song really 'bout to blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
Yeah, I'm really 'bout to blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, love you, okay
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop top, love you, okay
Hoodrich, bitch