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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Str8 Outta Candler Lyrics

[Intro]
Pablo Juan nigga
Money, Go Head O
Yeah, yeah, Danny I see you
Let's go, let’s go, yah

[Chorus]
Came from the bottom I ran that shit up
I ran into an opp and I shot em
Ride with the stick like I'm Harry Potter
We ain't fighting my diamonds they hit like a boxer
Designer head to toe I’m rocking Cartiers
Gucci socks, I Versace'd my boxers
Money, plugs, and guns fill up the roster
Ain't ducking we want all the smoke like the Rastas
Straight outta Candler this cops and robbers
We ain't playing I couldn't even afford Red Lobster
Found me a plug and I put my niggas on
We was tryna run it up like the mobsters
Grew up with junkies ain't scared of no monsters
Get you a bomb and then anything possible
Keep you a gun cuz these niggas be watching
Please don't run up cuz a nigga gon' pop em

[Verse]
Ride in a Honda Accord I ain’t have a plug
Used to try to get the pack and get it off
7 grams went to a half an ounce
I lean with it, rock with it, the trap bounce
Stood in apartments right on the porch
Used to trap it right off the green box
Nigga still got niggas locked up
Free my niggas I sent em a green dot
Real Ahk on the corner with bean pies
Spending all day on the block I don’t get tired
Trapping done made me a boss I can't get fired
Nigga we hustle all you do is dickride
Sell you 3 for the 10 that’s a Nicki Minaj
Got a Draco with nuts and it's hard to disguise
All my niggas gon' clutch and they ready to ride
I know you a snitch I see it in your eyes
I'm the real Candler Road
Really done sold dope
Apartments we was busting down bricks like a dojo
You a male hoe you a jiggalo
Put the dope on the street call it death row
Put the chopper with beam and a telescope
I put monkey nuts on that Draco
Pussy nigga what you hang for? (Pussy)
[Chorus]
Came from the bottom I ran that shit up
I ran into an opp and I shot em
Ride with the stick like I’m Harry Potter
We ain't fighting my diamonds they hit like a boxer
Designer head to toe I'm rocking Cartiers
Gucci socks, I Versace'd my boxers
Money, plugs, and guns fill up the roster
Ain't ducking we want all the smoke like the Rastas
Straight outta Candler this cops and robbers
We ain't playing I couldn't even afford Red Lobster
Found me a plug and I put my niggas on
We was tryna run it up like the mobsters
Grew up with junkies ain't scared of no monsters
Get you a bomb and then anything possible
Keep you a gun cuz these niggas be watching
Please don't run up cuz a nigga gon' pop em