Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ‘Em (feat. Gucci Mane)


Smoking on gelato
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
On the Xans, I might crash that
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Gucci getting richer than richy

Bad bitch, she from Chicago
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Too fresh to take out the trash
Had to grind smart to get it
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
The money go where I go
My car just lost the ceiling
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Knew I should’ve never trust you
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

I pull up, jump out the back
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
These niggas was always sus
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
I got her from my cousin
I always stay with assassins
’cause we don’t love ’em So what?
I pull up, jump out the back

’cause we don’t love ’em So what?
Might stash your phone number

Smoking on gelato
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
I’m stacking all winter
Ho get the wrong number
Everybody getting money, nigga
These niggas wanna live by the gun
And I need a grown woman
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
She just did her ass and her titties
Bitches say Gucci saddity
Don’t test the water chilly
I’m always laced with the fashion
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I ain’t never really trust you
These niggas start snitching for nothing
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
My pinky a quarter ticket
Dressing like I got a sack
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
You ain’t real, you a buster
Dressing like I got a sack
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop
They waitin’ in line to get it
If come ride it’s tinted
My girl just lost her feeling
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Ooh, yeah
Dressing like I got a sack
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
I’m the dealer, you the customer
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Danny your time, I did it
On the Xans, I might crash that
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Yeah, Pablo Juan
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
I got her from my cousin
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses

Foreign car swerving, pothole
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
The money go where I go
I pull up, jump out the back
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Limited ‘sclusive edition
Bad bitch and her ass fat
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I’m stuntin’ all summer
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
The money go where I go
Foreign car swerving, pothole
I got her from my cousin
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in