Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead End, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Album song South Dark, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D.O.T.S, Money Power Respect
Song language: English
Dead End |
Pablo Juan, man |
Kenny Beats |
(Let's do it) |
Too much money, need long pockets |
I push the weight like I’m exercising |
VS1 diamonds, a pool party |
VLONE the wrist with my garments |
Smoking that shit like I’m Bob Marley |
Rockstar like I’m Ed Hardy |
Hoodrich, I ain’t never shopped at Target |
We strapped the fuck up with choppers like the army |
Just bought a whole pound just to smoke the shit |
Pouring up raw lean, Hi-Tech and Actavis |
Can’t have that money, they know that we having it |
Trap niggas swing the door, serve out the cabinet |
Dressing, I’m dabbing in fashion, not average |
Hundred thousand worth of jewels, I got karats |
Taught them they swag, I should be they parent |
Rock Gucci and Louis, I don’t do the clearance |
Swagged up, she let me fuck, first appearance |
Weed too loud, what you say? |
I can’t hear 'em |
Hundred round chopper, how the fuck I’m fearing |
Spent 250 thousand on the Benz |
Meet me in the trap at the dead end |
Serving that white shit, when you snort, make your head spin |
Pull up on the plug in the pickup truck |
He said you gon' need one with the bed in it |
Rocking Supreme and that Off-White |
I only smoke on the cookies, all types |
Getting head, fucking that pussy all night |
Doctor prescribed me the Percs and the pint |
Caution, it’s wet, might slip on this ice |
Glock with the beam for the night |
Chopper, it came with a knife |
I spin my wrist in the pot like The Price Is Right |
Too much money, need long pockets |
I push the weight like I’m exercising |
VS1 diamonds, a pool party |
VLONE the wrist with my garments |
Smoking that shit like I’m Bob Marley |
Rockstar like I’m Ed Hardy |
Hoodrich, I ain’t never shopped at Target |
We strapped the fuck up with choppers like the army |
Just bought a whole pound just to smoke the shit |
Pouring up raw lean, Hi-Tech and Actavis |
Can’t have that money, they know that we having it |
Trap niggas swing the door, serve out the cabinet |
I’m dressing, I’m dabbing in fashion, not average |
Hundred thousand worth of jewels, I got karats |
Taught them they swag, I should be they parent |
Rock Gucci and Louis, I don’t do the clearance |