Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Whats Hannin lyrics

[Intro] (DMC, you global now, ni**a) Pablo Juan, ha Hood [Chorus] Walk in, she digging my swag, diamond All this ice 'round me, I think I'm Alaskan Girl, what that is on your bag? What's happenin'? Shorty, she thick with an ass, no waist Knock it out the park, then slide, I don't save Why would I fu*k with you? I know that you fake They locked me up, but I'm beating the case I don't do makeup, I paint on her face She eat it up, she like how it taste You know it's Off-White just by my lace Too many foreigns, you don't wanna race Too many foreign b*tches, different races VVS's turned the gown to the lake Grind everywhere like I had me a skateboard Looking like money, might drop me my top My old b*tch trapped out the Honda Accord [Verse] Got the bando with hallways, need extension cords I was grinding for mine, you were wishing for it Lost some shooters, still running up the scoreboard Got the OG in the trap, the Tyrannosaurus Wanna treat me when she see me, I'm the explorer Louis V on, it look like a chessboard Yellow and a redbone like Connect Four 'Til he get back, I'm screaming, "Free Trap Lord" I get that pack, go bananas No construction, got the bricks in the house Draco with me, I got wood on the handle How you make it out? Was stuck on that Candler I popped a Perc' and it gave me more stamina Louis, Amiri jeans like an animal Ass too fat, I think I can't handle I still remember her, I got her on camera Smelling like 'Latto, excuse my manners Designer on me, I'm dripping like "Panda" Margiela Maison I take it out and I skeet on her face I can't go broke, that'd be a disgrace Look and sound like me, you can't take my place Got this sh*t on me, it's right on my waist Bleed them blue hundreds, I love them big faces Johnny Dang flawless, I spent thirty K [Chorus] Walk in, she digging my swag, diamond All this ice 'round me, I think I'm Alaskan Girl, what that is on your bag? What's happenin'? Shorty, she thick with an ass, no waist Knock it out the park, then slide, I don't save Why would I fu*k with you? I know that you fake They locked me up, but I'm beating the case I don't do makeup, I paint on her face She eat it up, she like how it taste You know it's Off-White just by my lace Too many foreigns, you don't wanna race Too many foreign b*tches, different races VVS's turned the gown to the lake Grind everywhere like I had me a skateboard Looking like money, might drop me my top My old b*tch trapped out the Honda Accord