Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – CC Me

Hoodrich Pablo Juan:
Keys to the city on my feet, Buscemi
Every time they see me, they wanna be me
When the jackers see me, I got them scheming

Here come the drop on a Thursday
My trap house, it look like Lacora
The junkies, they beef it up (what you want, what you need, nigga?)
Place your order
Drop off the package in the A7 Audi
I feel like the transporter
Me and Diego hunting for them bricks
My bitch, she look like Dora the Explorer
Trapper, robber, and a rapper
Three niggas in one like I’m Travis Porter
Shawty got bags for the low
Coming from Colorado in the morning
All I need is one brick
I’ma show these niggas hella performance
How you still run a marathon on Candler Road?
Endorsements came from endurance
I’m a classy nigga, pull up in the 760
Diego, he coming in Porsche’s
Johnny gon’ give me poppi for the Cinco
He done left me no choices
In the dope hole it’s really trap or die

Keys to the city on my feet, Buscemi
Every time they see me, they wanna be me
When the jackers see me, I got them scheming
Who the fuck you gon’ rob, nigga? You can’t see me
Even if you see me, you can’t see me
One on one Chanels, double-C me
Mail man at the door, the birds singing
It’s fall season, better come and see me

Diego Dose:
Ride around in a low low
I don’t know where I would be without a pirate boat
Fishscale, drop it in the pot
Make it disappear, oops, found Nemo
You nigga never seen a bird
Mix it up real good, then send you the skurt
Pablo pull up in the Spur
With the color red bottoms like a Starburst
You think you bad, I done seen worse
Really witness niggas serve they momma that work
Niggas snatching purses when they get hurt
And woke up with a swag, slipping birds
Still got niggas in the pen
I put foreigns in the wind
Still got dubs in the air
Sky dweller, brick fair
And I switch time zones like I switch drops
Ain’t carrying no luggage to San Juan
Got a few bad bitches who wanna minaj
Seem life is a gamble, I’ma take the odds
You don’t ball, they ball, coming out hard
Pulled up, ten bricks, that Suburban large
Looked up in the Ghost and I seen stars
With ten backstreets ’cause I’m paranoid, pussy

Hoodrich Pablo Juan:
Keys to the city on my feet, Buscemi
Every time they see me, they wanna be me
When the jackers see me, I got them scheming
Who the fuck you gon’ rob, nigga? You can’t see me
Even if you see me, you can’t see me
One on one Chanels, double-C me
Mail man at the door, the birds singing
It’s fall season, better come and see me