Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Walk Thru lyrics

[Intro] Cook that sh** up Quay [Chorus] When I walk in this b**h got these hoes on me Rich n***a sh**, I got ice on me That n***a broke, ain't got no money Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie f**in' that ho, put the dick in her stomach Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion I f**ed that ho, now she all in my comments Ride with the chopper and that b**h hold a hundred Bankroll like I sell dope Young n***a clean as a soap She wanna f** me but nope Dressin' like I was the Pope Ooh, get your a** shot at my show Don't try me like I was no ho, n***a I make that ho snort the blow Sellin' elbows for the low [Verse 1] Go get that money n***a, that's for sure He got burnt for the bread and toast In the Wraith with christians, they catch that holy ghost Drankin' on lean and the percs, I might overdose RIP Pimp C, I got too many hoes Swiss cheese, a n***a turn 'em to holes Four four-fours, I feel like I'm Hov In the trap with twelve gunners, open the door Get them bricks, told my migo had the most Dressed to work up like I re-up at Lowes Tool on me b**h, don't make me unload Stop when I shoot like he makin' a pose b**h I'm a player, I ain't datin' no ho My neck and my wrist on ice cold Snorting the dope, she still got the white on her nose n***a don't come by less than a four I'm in Miami with zoes, I f** her and send her a rose My bank it comin' in rolls, ice ice, I'm froze We buying them pints and we pouring up fours Perc and the addy, might f** on your ho Draped in designer, my head to my toes n***a don't try me like I was no ho Get your a** shot at my show [Chorus] When I walk in this b**h got these hoes on me Rich n***a sh**, I got ice on me That n***a broke, ain't got no money Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie f**in' that ho, put the dick in her stomach Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion I f**ed that ho, now she all in my comments Ride with the chopper and that b**h hold a hundred Bankroll like I sell dope Young n***a clean as a soap She wanna f** me but nope Dressin' like I was the Pope Ooh, get your a** shot at my show Don't try me like I was no ho, n***a I make that ho snort the blow Sellin' elbows for the low [Verse 2] She on her knees like she prayin' I done got rich, I'm just sayin' Pull up with three K's like we the Klan West Coast k**, gelato and cash Spiritual OG, the onion man My Saint Laurent matching the bricks, it's tan Got my strap on me in this b**h 'cause I can The f** you lookin' at? oh that's a fan I'm trippin', pop me a perc and a xan f** that b**h like I just jumped out the can [?] with choppers like we from Iran f** that lil b**h in the back of the van Shot him in the back, like Ricky he ran Send in them bags soon as they land Roll up gelato, pa** it to my man Off-White sh**, we ain't wearing off-brand I'm in Houston, I don't eat at Houston Fresh as a b**h in my Yeezy Boosts If I shoot at your top I'ma leave a roof That birdcall, n***a he a roost Whole gang rich and we keep an uzi That b**h fine with a big booty Kilo sweater on me, I don't do Coogi Ice drippin' wet, she wanna give me that coochie [Chorus] When I walk in this b**h got these hoes on me Rich n***a sh**, I got ice on me That n***a broke, ain't got no money Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie f**in' that ho, put the dick in her stomach Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion I f**ed that ho, now she all in my comments Ride with the chopper and that b**h hold a hundred Bankroll like I sell dope Young n***a clean as a soap She wanna f** me but nope Dressin' like I was the Pope Ooh, get your a** shot at my show Don't try me like I was no ho, n***a I make that ho snort the blow Sellin' elbows for the low