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Guapdad 4000 – Hoodrich lyrics
[Intro]
Check, yeah
[Verse 1]
I just want more lights, an bikes, no X Games
Give her wood like termites, hoes give way
'Cause I'm skinny in a wife-beater with a rope chain
Tryna play me like a puppet, my nigga gon' blow the trumpet
Like Armstrong, steppin' out in Louis trainers
She give me sugar like she nice to her neighbor
Saved by the Bell, I'm that nigga like Slater
Like I'm tryna take a test, I just focus on my paper
If it's really meant to happen, that's management
Hoes shake like paper 'cause that management
Ooh, 40 on my hip like an old school two way
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause these niggas be fugaz'
Hoodie on, feelin' bulletproof like Luke Cage
Bitch gave me so much head I got two brains
So now I outthink niggas twice
Police wanna give a nigga life
[Chorus]
Ayy, used to sell cocaine
My uncle AP was a G in the dope game
My mama used to rob things
Gettin' oodles off of pooch, she was makin' the whole thing
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be
[Verse 2]
Hoodrich, I'm in my own race
Runnin' my own Olympics so first the only place
Cartier caveman, evolve at my own pace
Huntin' and gatherin' like I'm new to this place
I would be a fool if I didn't run the race
Presidential, insurance for karats on the face
Ricky with the flame 'cause it's marry on the blaze
And I'm from the Bay so it's purple with the haze
Jimi Hendrix, increase the fitness
Starch and an ironin' board, you been pressed
Retire with the body buildin', boy, I've been flexed
When you try to do the most then you always get less, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, used to sell cocaine
My uncle AP was a G in the dope game
My mama used to rob things
Gettin' oodles off of pooch, she was makin' the whole thing
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be
Check, yeah
[Verse 1]
I just want more lights, an bikes, no X Games
Give her wood like termites, hoes give way
'Cause I'm skinny in a wife-beater with a rope chain
Tryna play me like a puppet, my nigga gon' blow the trumpet
Like Armstrong, steppin' out in Louis trainers
She give me sugar like she nice to her neighbor
Saved by the Bell, I'm that nigga like Slater
Like I'm tryna take a test, I just focus on my paper
If it's really meant to happen, that's management
Hoes shake like paper 'cause that management
Ooh, 40 on my hip like an old school two way
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause these niggas be fugaz'
Hoodie on, feelin' bulletproof like Luke Cage
Bitch gave me so much head I got two brains
So now I outthink niggas twice
Police wanna give a nigga life
[Chorus]
Ayy, used to sell cocaine
My uncle AP was a G in the dope game
My mama used to rob things
Gettin' oodles off of pooch, she was makin' the whole thing
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be
[Verse 2]
Hoodrich, I'm in my own race
Runnin' my own Olympics so first the only place
Cartier caveman, evolve at my own pace
Huntin' and gatherin' like I'm new to this place
I would be a fool if I didn't run the race
Presidential, insurance for karats on the face
Ricky with the flame 'cause it's marry on the blaze
And I'm from the Bay so it's purple with the haze
Jimi Hendrix, increase the fitness
Starch and an ironin' board, you been pressed
Retire with the body buildin', boy, I've been flexed
When you try to do the most then you always get less, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, used to sell cocaine
My uncle AP was a G in the dope game
My mama used to rob things
Gettin' oodles off of pooch, she was makin' the whole thing
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be hoodrich, ayy
But when I get the money, I just feel good, bitch
I don't wanna be
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