A$AP ANT, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Kiwi Strawberry lyrics

Gone off the lean, I don't know what I do
She a freak, I fuck that bitch like a whore
Throw the money up, racks hit the floor
(throw it up) it's a trap
Get the strap when you answer the door
(get the strap) you can take me out but I'm
Still hood to the core
Plug to the socket, knock extension cords
Still to the money, I'm sliding, I
Shoot you a brick out the back boy

We the gods when you talk about fashion
Balenciagas go with the G wagon
Nuts in my pocket, my Dior be saggin
Calling her plays, not talking bout Madden
Poppin a molly then go to the moon
Prada my jacket and Gucci my belt
Diamonds be wet like that boy Michael Phelps
When niggas they hatin, I ran up myself
Finessin the cash, you cannot get it back
F&N draco, I do rock the Mac

Shootin it up like return of the mack
Aim for yo head, no cap
Just bought the buck with the
Strap like I'm jack
Everybody got a bomb like Iraq
Let her roll Gelato up, I ain't mad
That ain't no joke on my coupé
That's a hatch
Roll the cookies up, I got a fresh batch
Smoking Gelato i got it from Benny T
Mixing my medicine like it was chemistry
20 bitches, man I feel like there's ten of me
Ice on my tee, it's Marino Infantry

Rolling a backwood, not rolling a philly
Niggas they silly, they Milli Vanilli
Come to your block and I'm popping a wheelie
Bitch gave me head and I
Sucked on her titties
Goon on my left and i play the Jenobli
I grow the bush and I feel like I'm Kobe
If you don't fuck me
I'll be where the hoes be
No not a check, ya niggas can't fold me
Niggas so blessed man, I'm feeling so holy

Gold to my goon man, on my neck
It's a trophy
Who says that's all on my Rollie

Gone off the lean, I don't know what I do
She a freak, I fuck that bitch like a whore
Throw the money up, racks hit the floor
(throw it up) it's a trap
Get the strap when you answer the door
(get the strap) you can take me out but I'm
Still hood to the core
Plug to the socket, knock extension cords
Still to the money, I'm sliding, I want more
Shoot you a brick out the back boy

We the gods when you talk about fashion
Balenciagas go with the G wagon
Nuts in my pocket, my Dior be saggin
Calling her plays, not talking bout Madden
Poppin a molly then go to the moon
Prada my jacket and Gucci my belt
Diamonds be wet like that boy Michael Phelps
When niggas they hatin, I ran up myself