If We Go Broke - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Jose Guapo, DC White

Young Guapo, Young Guapo

You know (real shit)

Still going for the gusto

XVL

Mob Gang (let's get it)

Huncho

Fuck you thought, nigga?

Fuck a rapper, I’m a brick wrapper

Fuck the rap game (they got us fucked up)

If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads

24/7, trap house open, never closed

And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo

And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos

We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo

And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

I ain’t never starving, hoe, see, what the fuck you thought?

I got some niggas with me that’ll come and knock you out

I got some bitches with me that’ll set you up

And when they spill the business, they gon' sex me up

Okay, these labels tripping, they ain’t talking enough

They keep on hitting my line, but I ain’t picking up

See, you go to the Dome to see Falcons, I just go home to see falcons

Also, you don’t want

If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads

24/7, trap house open, never closed

And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo

And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos

We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo

And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

I’m stuffing the bricks in the Lexus like I’m playing Tetris

Beating the block, a whole brick on my necklace

Don’t come around here, there’s no zone for that flexing

I know real migos that’s Mexican

A hundred mid sent down from Texas

I wrap them and shoot them to Michigan

Fucking your bitch and I’m selling the fish, I’m legitimate

And the fish

Britney Spears, oops, I done did it again

Don’t come to my trap, talking wrapping

Ain’t signing no deal and no package

Bitch, give me that pussy, I’m savage

Pull up in that U-Haul

I got way too many bricks, I guess I’m supposed to be wrapping

Wrap them up, 'Blo!

If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads

24/7, trap house open, never closed

And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo

And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos

We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo

And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

I’m getting money, they can’t find me, think I’m Waldo

I’m flying packs to the trap, I’m shipping cargos

My migo, he gon' get me straight, I’m talking pronto

Sold a whole brick and bought a condo

Getting money in different time zones

Fuck a label, still on the grind, hoe

Go ahead, say it like what you write, homes

Back-to-back Benz, that’s my clone

Me and Pablo run the juugathon

Guap at the lot and he 'bout to put on

Fuck a bad bitch while you niggas watch porn

Trap don’t close 'til the whole pack gone

Walk into Magic, they ring the alarms

I’m 'bout to explode, they think that I’m a bomb

If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads

24/7, trap house open, never closed

And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo

And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos

We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo

And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe

And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe