Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ’em (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

Backwood smoking, it’s fat
These niggas start snitching for nothing
You ain’t real, you a buster
Everybody getting money, nigga
Danny your time, I did it
On the Xans, I might crash that

Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
They waitin’ in line to get it
My car just lost the ceiling
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
Dressing like I got a sack
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
On the Xans, I might crash that
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
’cause we don’t love ’em So what?
She just did her ass and her titties
Ho get the wrong number
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
Smoking on gelato

I always stay with assassins
Don’t test the water chilly
The money go where I go

She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
Bad bitch and her ass fat

The money go where I go
I got her from my cousin
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
I pull up, jump out the back
I got her from my cousin
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
My pinky a quarter ticket
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Too fresh to take out the trash
Gucci getting richer than richy
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Knew I should’ve never trust you
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
Smoking on gelato
I pull up, jump out the back
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Had to grind smart to get it
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
These niggas wanna live by the gun
I ain’t never really trust you
Foreign car swerving, pothole
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Ooh, yeah
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, Pablo Juan
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I’m stacking all winter
Backwood smoking, it’s fat

Dressing like I got a sack
Might stash your phone number
On the Xans, I might crash that

Bad bitch and her ass fat
These niggas was always sus
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking on gelato
The money go where I go
My girl just lost her feeling
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
I’m always laced with the fashion
Limited ‘sclusive edition
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
Bitches say Gucci saddity
I pull up, jump out the back
If come ride it’s tinted
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
I got her from my cousin
I’m stuntin’ all summer
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
And I need a grown woman
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia