Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take Down , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Release date: 16.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take Down |
| Shit |
| Goonrixh, nigga |
| MONY POWR RSPT |
| Homicide shit, coming through with the draco |
| Fort Knox, nigga hit the front and the back door |
| I’m beating my wrist and I’m still in the dope hole |
| Pour a four of wop, 'cause you know that I walk slow |
| Walk to the bank and I’m counting them hunchos |
| Catch him down bad, gon make that boy fumble |
| You the type of nigga, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble |
| 15 caught a body, I ain’t even run, though |
| Homicide shit get you whacked for the low low |
| Catching the pack like my last name Ocho |
| Serving the drop out the bag of Dorito’s |
| Beat up the pack like a motherfucking dojo |
| I don’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas, they hobos |
| I fuck with them migos, can’t come in my bio |
| I put your main bitch number all in my bio |
| Double back gang, better ride with a Bible |
| Hoodrich nigga, we psycho |
| These niggas remind me of something off American Idol |
| They rapping and I gotta let 'em get the title (pop pop pop) |
| But my nigga won’t fight you |
| These diamonds cold like an ice cube |
| With my boys in the hood, but my name ain’t Ice Cube |
| Homicide shit, keep the 762's |
| Ride with the big gun and Lil Dude |
| I’ll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food |
| Goonrich, Hoodrich, nigga, rich like some Jews |
| I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels |
| The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues |
| Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah |
| Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah |
| Fourth of July, we don’t shoot in the air |
| Back of my Gucci shoes look like a bear |
| I got the Glock with the dick, no homo |
| Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo |
| Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman |
| Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner |
| Still on the block with the Glock on the corner |
| Junkies still knocking at three in the morning |
| Glock with a 30, you know I’m gon' warn them |
| Homicide shit, catch a body, I’m toting |
| Huh? |
| Oh, who that? |
| Who that? |
| Who that, Auntie? |
| Huh |
| Homicide, nigga |
| We about to slide through this shit, huh? |
| Homicide, Hoodrich homicide |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Draco diablo, got hundred rounds |
| Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds |
| Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds |
| Hit him with a combo, that’s a man down |
| Luciano got the drake now |
| Nigga don’t even want to fake now |
| Ooh, I might eat a nigga’s plate now |
| Take down, take down, take down, take down |
| Hit that little bitch from the back, leave her face down |
| Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds |
| We got them toys like we still on the playground |
| Lame ass nigga got flipped with a fake pound |
| Trapping so hard that I’m making the Feds watch |
| Rich nigga trapping, I’m Jordan and they’re deadstock |
| Cook up the dope, got the J’s in a headlock |
| Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doctor |