Songtext Winter Hoodrich Pablo Juan

Winter

Bricks in the fender bender
Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental
They think they with us
Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender
Slide up in a Bentley Continental
Hood nigga, can't move without my pistol
Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle
Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals
Can't help it, I grew up in the slum
Everybody strapped up, Vietnam
We got the choppers and bombs
I answer my door with my gun
I grew up by roaches and bums
Got a migo on the way with a ton
I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs
I'm whipping them chickens, I'm breaking my arm

They call me Pablo, I be working the water
Came from the mud and the dirt and the slum
My ministry sack can't stay in the mall
I'm trapping, trying to get the Biggie ball
I'm serving the junkies, they going numb
Trap house bunking, it be doing dumb
Got a 80 my stash in my Avalon
I remember serving at the marathon
Chicken niggas, serving them at the back of the mall
Got too much money, put a stash in the wall
Bricks one pound, well, we handing it all
Bust it down, wipe the candle with Lysol
Pack on me that'll cut your lights off
[?] the only thing around me soft
Got your bitch [?] with my [?]
I go stupid dumb like a retard
[?] shit, with the bands on each card

Bricks in the fender bender
Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental
They think they with us
Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender
Slide up in a Bentley Continental
Hood nigga, can't move without my pistol
Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle
Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals
Can't help it, I grew up in the slum
Everybody strapped up, Vietnam
We got the choppers and bombs
I answer my door with my gun
I grew up, I rode to the bond
Got a migo on the way with a ton
I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs
I'm whipping them chickens, I'm breaking my arm

Hood nigga, know I move with the strap
I grew up with the bombs and the racks
[?]
Or how about the sprint of your bitch, 'bout to rip her
Can't come to my hood if you're a pretender
I got them bricks in the fender bender, I ain't no beginner
Eat from the slums like the chicken, the gristle
Fuck that you say that you miss her
Flipping the patties, they talking 'bout crystal
With Givenchy, the Balmain [?]
Started from nothing in the hood, worked for nic
Ice, ice, I whip it up different
Snipers on top of the roof of the building
Beat it on the block, they say I'll make a killing
MONY POWR RSPT world, if it ain't, then a nigga kill it
Dumping that rack, make your bitch drop the ceiling
I'm rich off them drugs, I've been getting it

Bricks in the fender bender
Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental
They think they with us
Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender
Slide up in a Bentley Continental
Hood nigga, can't move without my pistol
Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle
Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals
Can't help it, I grew up in the slum
Everybody strapped up, Vietnam
We got the choppers and bombs
I answer my door with my gun
I grew up, I rode to the bond
Got a migo on the way with a ton
I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs
I'm whipping them chickens, I'm breaking my arm