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HoodRich Pablo Juan

Hoop Dreams

 

Hoop Dreams

(album: HoodWolf 2 - 2018)


Yeah, yeah
G-g-go head, O
Yeah, yeah
Danny, I see you

Icy chain, I'm fly like an airplane
Designer to the floor, my denim from Balmain
Walk in the mall and ball like the Hawks game
Roll up Gelato, exotic, that octane
I ain't gotta sneak diss, I got good aim
Pop a nigga like a pill when I'm in pain
Water on my neck, got too many tennis chains
Rich nigga still in the hood, ain't shit changed
Ain't chasing hoes, I'm chasing my dope
Come to the door and I sell you a boat
Come get the blow 'cause it go for the low
Sell you some more if you buy you a 4
I want the green, like the light I just go
They beat down the door, gotta trap like the stove
Flex like you rich, but you broke
Boy, you ain't real, you a hoe

These niggas ain't real, they some pussies
Smoking exotic, Gelato, Sherbert, Cookies
Whipping this dope up, I'm cooking
I'm on that bullshit, get shot for looking
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
My diamonds is wet, my neck is getting gushy
Shoot the chopper out and I ain't no rookie
Headshot, that's a noogie
Super Bowl ring, need ice for my lean
Guns on the plane, how many can I bring?
Jump out the Bentley truck, jump like a spring
Fuck her three times, geeked up on them beans
Yellow Tech with the drugs, kinda sing
Money got tall, nigga Yao Ming
Chopper'll knock down your door when you scream
Everybody got they own mask like Scream
Everybody gon' blast, we don't need no beams
Ooh, count up that money, I'ma a fiend
Diamonds, they same color Faygo creame
I dress like a maid, I want that bitch clean
Bitch from the island, my foreign ting
Shoes on my feet cost more than lean
Gelato in the cone, ice cream
I'm balling every night, hoop dreams

Icy chain, I'm fly like an airplane
Designer to the floor, my denim from Balmain
Walk in the mall and ball like the Hawks game
Roll up Gelato, exotic, that octane
I ain't gotta sneak diss, I got good aim
Pop a nigga like a pill when I'm in pain
Water on my neck, got too many tennis chains
Rich nigga still in the hood, ain't shit changed
Ain't chasing hoes, I'm chasing my dope
Come to the door and I sell you a boat
Come get the blow 'cause it go for the low
Sell you some more if you buy you a 4
I want the green, like the light I just go
They beat down the door, gotta trap like the stove
Flex like you rich, but you broke
Boy, you ain't real, you a hoe

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