Hoodrich Pablo Juan - God Damn lyrics

[Chorus] She know she bad, I got that bag Foreign with 230 on the dash I could count cash fast Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans Roll up gelato, three grams Stuffing my pocket with bands She cute, she having a hand I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah Ice on my neck, goddamn I got b**hes popping up like spam Send my money, give her twenty two grams Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams She got a fat a**, goddamn I got supreme on my Vans Gucci bag, fill it with bands Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah [Verse 1] I'm ice skating, got my shooter waiting I, I got the cookies, baking I wanna f**, I'm impatient Foreign, she half-Asian Foreign, I ride like I'm racing Dirty AK with my shell cases None of my b**hes is basic On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix Yeah, yeah, yeah Everything I wear is rare Gucci with snakes and lions and bears Louis Vuitton, I love Damier f** from the back and I pull on her hair Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler Outfit, it come out next year I'm drinking lean, not no beer Yeah, strapped the f** up, ain't no reason to fear Get your a** busted, ain't no pussies over here Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear I got some b**hes that's white like vanilla These n***as falling off the map like Sears I got these haters mad, they in tears My n***as sharp, I cut like a seal [Chorus] She know she bad, I got that bag Foreign with 230 on the dash I could count cash fast Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans Roll up gelato, three grams Stuffing my pocket with bands She cute, she having a hand I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah Ice on my neck, goddamn I got b**hes popping up like spam Send my money, give her twenty two grams Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams She got a fat a**, goddamn I got supreme on my Vans Gucci bag, fill it with bands Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah [Verse 2] VS all-black diamonds like Wesley Beat up the pot like I'm playing Tekken Can't wear silver, I ain't come in second I ain't got no time for these thots and these peasants Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes Bad b**h I just seen at Ess** All of my b**hes, they too s**y 1017 chain, cop a fezzy Just like the police, you gotta arrest it I f** her and treat her like a pedestrian Fly by with bu*terfly wings on my Tesla Cook with that pot like professional wrestler Pour that sh** up, why the f** would I measure? Gucci bag with the .38 special I'm rocking Louis like I could play Chess I spread like the old man that you piss Ooh, I make her give me the neck Call me PJ like a private jet Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck I stay in Designer, I walk on a check I'm dressing like I'm vinegarette I bust that seal on that Hitech Rich n***a, I bet I can get her wet She want sh** bad, but I got the check [Chorus] She know she bad, I got that bag Foreign with 230 on the dash I could count cash fast Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans Roll up gelato, three grams Stuffing my pocket with bands She cute, she having a hand I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah Ice on my neck, goddamn I got b**hes popping up like spam Send my money, give her twenty to [?] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams She got a fat a**, goddamn I got Supreme on my Vans Gucci bag, fill it with bands Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah