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HoodRich Pablo Juan

When They See Me

 

When They See Me

(album: Poppi Seed Connect: Da Grand Hu$$le - 2015)


[Chorus Johnny Cinco:]
I know cap when I see it
I know trap when I see it, rap when I see it
Pull up on the [?], I ain't have no reason
They won't believe it, they won't believe it
I know cap when I see it
I know trap when I see it, pap when I see it
Pull up on the [?], they didn't believe it
They ain't wanna see me, they ain't even see me

[Johnny Cinco:]
How you stunting in the trap [?]
How the hell you got a bad bitch? You ain't feeding her
Niggas must've lost their minds for no reason
Buy a zip and break it down for no reason
Never heard a hoe that's running around, they would feed he
Stay down in the trap, I hold it down, I know that nigga
I'ma need a ten out every pound if I leave her
I'ma need a ten out every pound, pull a hundred round, nigga, yeah

[Chorus]

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Slanging with the banks, throw they gang when they see me
I know he capping, had to cross the plug out, he was greedy
I get it shipped way from Cali, got a plug on the speaker
Cook it front of you like at Benihana's, still won't know the ingredients
Pull up in the lowkey, Jeepers Creepers
We didn't even buy the sixteen like I'm selling features
Christian-walking in the hood like I'm a preacher
Come to your front door, delivering pizza
Giving away my hoe named Keisha
Plug gone, they talk numbers when we speak
Pussy nigga, don't get shot for no reason
Drop the tickets, switch Designers every season

[Chorus]

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