Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Man Army , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Release date: 14.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Man Army |
| Run up that check, give a fuck bout no losses |
| No squares in my circle, ain’t nothin' but bosses |
| I’m sippin' on dead, I drink out the coffin |
| Plug threw the pack, and you know that I Mossed it |
| Came out the 'partments, lotta creek like Dawson |
| Put on that makeup, she look like a Barbie |
| Fat ass thicker than Ari |
| Don’t know her name, so I just call her «shawty» |
| Drugs in my body, I walked in the party |
| Strapped with a chopper, young nigga retarded |
| The way that she ride it I call her «Ferrari» |
| They knew me in the trap way before I was an artist |
| Roll up and smoke on the weed lik I’m Marley |
| I got that Glock if a nigga wanna harm me |
| I’ll go to war with a one man army |
| Blow th paper like |
| Designer my garments |
| I can’t beef with you niggas, you broke so that’s funny |
| I fucked 'round and got rich, I came straight out the dungeon |
| The dope in that bag look like chopped up onions |
| You better not hit my jacket and |
| It’s a money symbol, we a take your lil' bitch and have fun with that |
| Fuck her then pass her to gang, I’m done with that |
| Jump in this ride to take racks to the laundromat |
| Ain’t sign no deal, nigga wrist cost a 100 racks |
| Geek on my motor, pull up in a Thundercat |
| You fuck with the other side, it ain’t no comin' back |
| Tito threw me a pack, know I’ma run with that |
| Nigga I’m still on the block like a running-back |
| Play with my name, and you know what come with that |
| I’m havin' stains, shooters walk down and gun his ass |
| Dunk on my gun, give a fuck if you dumpin' back |
| Double back, nigga gon' die when we come through that |
| Gotta look for me, bitch I’m where the money at |
| Bitch on the road, stuck them bricks in the Pontiac |
| You can’t tell me shit about shit when it come to that |
| They know at the 6, nigga I was the one with that |
| I was the one that had, I was the lil' nigga ridin' with a Glock and a bomb |
| attatched |
| And they don’t be stuntin', fuck niggas only had mid because I gave money back |
| Run up that check, give a fuck bout no losses |
| No squares in my circle, ain’t nothin' but bosses |
| I’m sippin' on dead, I drink out the coffin |
| Plug threw the pack, and you know that I Moss’d it |
| Came out the 'partments, lotta creek like Dawson |
| Put on that makeup, she look like a Barbie |
| Fat ass thicker than Ari |
| Don’t know her name, so I just call her «shawty» |
| Drugs in my body, I walked in the party |
| Strapped with a chopper, young nigga retarded |
| The way that she ride it I call her «Ferrari» |
| They knew me in the trap way before I was an artist |
| Roll up and smoke on the weed like I’m Marley |
| I got that Glock if a nigga wanna harm me |
| I’ll go to war with a one man army |
| Blow the paper like |
| Designer my garments |
| Trap got a young nigga rich |
| I lick on my bitch and she thick |
| Ridin' round with them Glocks and sticks |
| We see an opp and we send him a gift |
| Keep trickin' off, that ain’t how you get rich |
| Baguettes, I need me a mop on my wrist |
| Might go in the mall just to shop for my bitch |
| My crop out in Cali, I gotta go pick |
| Witness in the trunk, I’m takin' out 20s |
| I know what she want, a nigga with money |
| Touchdown any given sunday |
| Double up, take it to the country, 100s and 20s |
| Go overtime, we ain’t takin' no lunches |
| Hit her from the front, got her doin' her crunches |
| Got money and power on both of my conscious |
| Got 'em pullin' up, they lookin' for Runtz |
| Leanin' too hard, think I need me a crutch |
| Got bricks and a tool like we doin' construction |
| I count it and stack it, I do it for money |
| He ain’t really tough, these niggas just bluffin' |
| Put a opp in a Russian, money my type of discussion |
| Hoodwolf shit, ain’t no huffin' and puffin' |
| Ace out the jungle, these niggas just monkeys |
| Run up that check, give a fuck bout no losses |
| No squares in my circle, ain’t nothin' but bosses |
| I’m sippin' on dead, I drink out the coffin |
| Plug threw the pack, and you know that I Moss’d it |
| Came out the 'partments, lotta creek like Dawson |
| Put on that makeup, she look like a Barbie |
| Fat ass thicker than Ari |
| Don’t know her name, so I just call her «shawty» |
| Drugs in my body, I walked in the party |
| Strapped with a chopper, young nigga retarded |
| The way that she ride it I call her «Ferrari» |
| They knew me in the trap way before I was an artist |
| Roll up and smoke on the weed like I’m Marley |
| I got that Glock if a nigga wanna harm me |
| I’ll go to war with a one man army |
| Blow the paper like |
| Designer my garments |