Hoodrich Lyrics

When I'm hurt, they don't care about my pain

Bobbin', weavin', obstacles, poppin', percs runnin' through the rain

Tryna heal my pain, but I'm still chasing after your love

Can't let him get too close, cause I show too much love

Grown ups seeing violets, gotta call that my dawg die

man that phone call, left me crying

They don't feel our pain, till its murder up on they side

Forever we slide, until they die

Lord forgive my sins, I'm screaming fuck da other side

I'm feelin' hood rich, products of the streets

Ain't had nothin', so don't ask for shit

Bad bitch lookin' good, but she ain't nothin', she ain't suckin' dick

Poppin' Percs, put me in my zone, yeah, nigga really lit

I'm out souf wit TGO, shake' in the hood, we be smokin' good

So much artillery up in this coupe, I wish a nigga would

I'm hangin' with felons, they still carry weapons

It's more than 30 under this bezel, come and test yo us

Forever I'ma pop my shit

Forever I'ma talk my shit

Fuck you and that nasty bitch