Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Check lyrics

Featuring ,

Published

0 957 0

Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Check lyrics

[Intro – Playboi Carti] Yah Assup Uh What’s next? What’s next? What’s next? What’s next? What’s next? What’s next? They say… what’s that? I’ma get that, too, but what’s Next? B---h, I’m having (straight up) [Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti] I just need a check I just copped a Vette I got me some head I got many b-----s get on my neck Like I need some head But you better watch your mouth Better hold your lip Oh s--t, that’s some real s--t Ayy, yeah, ayy Twenty years old, ayy Twenty mil owed And I need 30 for show Ooh, I had to let you know Ooh, I’m, I’m on that O And young Pablo with me, oh And we ain’t on dro On that gelato [Verse 1 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Ice, ice, got the best price I’m selling Vanilla ice, off-white Can’t be my b---h unless you a dike All that money on you, n---a, it must be nice I’m pouring a four of that A$AP Yams I call up my n---a Carti when I land Roll up a fat backwood, three grams Four rings, got a Audi on my hand Bust that b---h down at the Westin and ran Playboy, two bad b-----s from Instagram Swerving, serving, give me one minute, man Gun in my hand, I can’t f--k up my pants Diamonds dab, n---a, see how they dance Real n---a, I’m just saying Watch the door, we got the dope in the pan Fly n---a like I’m Peter Pan [Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti] I just need a check I just copped a Vette I got me some head I got many b-----s get on my neck Like I need some head But you better watch your mouth Better hold your lip Oh s--t, that’s some real s--t Ayy, yeah, ayy Twenty years old, ayy Twenty mil owed And I need 30 for show Ooh, I had to let you know Ooh, I’m, I’m on that O And young Pablo with me, oh And we ain’t on dro On that gelato [Verse 2 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I woke up, these n----s acting like me They trying to be, but these n----s nothing like me Pop me a bar and I f----d up that Louis V F----d your little b---h, I forgot she remembered me We drunk that lean and that shots of that Hennessy Glock 40, 30 shots for my enemy I ain’t up 20 mill yet, but I’m finna be Rich n---a in the hood, street n----s feeling me Got these b-----s digging me She hold my d--k for me while I pee Fresh as a b---h, they like, “Who is he?” Rocking Chanel with the double C Your b---h really ain’t my cup of tea One of one, n---a, custom me They wanna know what the recipe Gold on my neck like a treasury [Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti] I just need a check I just copped a Vette I got me some head I got many b-----s get on my neck Like I need some head But you better watch your mouth Better hold your lip Oh s--t, that’s some real s--t Ayy, yeah, ayy Twenty years old, ayy Twenty mil owed And I need 30 for show Ooh, I had to let you know Ooh, I’m, I’m on that O And young Pablo with me, oh And we ain’t on dro On that gelato