Winter - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Danny Wolf, Drugrixh Peso

Bricks in the fender bender

Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental

They think they with us

Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender

Slide up in a Bentley Continental

Hood nigga, can’t move without my pistol

Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle

Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals

Can’t help it, I grew up in the slum

Everybody strapped up, Vietnam

We got the choppers and bombs

I answer my door with my gun

I grew up by roaches and bums

Got a migo on the way with a ton

I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs

I’m whipping them chickens, I’m breaking my arm

They call me Pablo, I be working the water

Came from the mud and the dirt and the slum

My ministry sack can’t stay in the mall

I’m trapping, trying to get the Biggie ball

I’m serving the junkies, they going numb

Trap house bunking, it be doing dumb

Got a 80 my stash in my Avalon

I remember serving at the marathon

Chicken niggas, serving them at the back of the mall

Got too much money, put a stash in the wall

Bricks one pound, well, we handing it all

Bust it down, wipe the candle with Lysol

Pack on me that’ll cut your lights off

The coco is the only thing around me soft

Got your bitch with my

I go stupid dumb like a retard

Never had shit, with the bands on each card

Bricks in the fender bender

Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental

They think they with us

Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender

Slide up in a Bentley Continental

Hood nigga, can’t move without my pistol

Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle

Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals

Can’t help it, I grew up in the slum

Everybody strapped up, Vietnam

We got the choppers and bombs

I answer my door with my gun

I grew up, I rode to the bond

Got a migo on the way with a ton

I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs

I’m whipping them chickens, I’m breaking my arm

Hood nigga, know I move with the strap

I grew up with the bombs and the racks

On 1'5 we love cooking crack

Or how about the sprint of your bitch, 'bout to rip her

Can’t come to my hood if you’re a pretender

I got them bricks in the fender bender, I ain’t no beginner

Eat from the slums like the chicken, the gristle

Fuck that you say that you miss her

Flipping the patties, they talking 'bout crystal

With Givenchy, the Balmain

Started from nothing in the hood, worked for nic

Ice, ice, I whip it up different

Snipers on top of the roof of the building

Beat it on the block, they say I’ll make a killing

MONY POWR RSPT world, if it ain’t, then a nigga kill it

Dumping that rack, make your bitch drop the ceiling

I’m rich off them drugs, I’ve been getting it

Bricks in the fender bender

Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental

They think they with us

Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender

Slide up in a Bentley Continental

Hood nigga, can’t move without my pistol

Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle

Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals

Can’t help it, I grew up in the slum

Everybody strapped up, Vietnam

We got the choppers and bombs

I answer my door with my gun

I grew up, I rode to the bond

Got a migo on the way with a ton

I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs

I’m whipping them chickens, I’m breaking my arm