Guap Tarantino

"Everyday"

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, yeah
Hoodrich Pablo, man
Money, plugs, and guns
That boy Cassius
Let me see it, ooh

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Every day I wake up, I get dead fresh
Every day I wake up and go get a check
I'm Hoodrich, b*tch, I got chains on my neck
Sixty ball for the Audemars Piguet
Ooh, hundred racks on me just to flex on my ex
I'm rolling like dice, I shoot you on the bet
It feel like she jumped in the pool, she too wet
Hit from the back, b*tch, give me that neck
I got 'em mad, they upset
I look like, I walk like, I talk like a check
I want a freak, I like to have sex
Young n*gga ball like it's rec, ooh
I don't play games, I'm the ref
Designer shoes, they match with the belt
So many jewels, they losing they breath
Tesla on cruise, it drive and accel'

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don't need no help, I got it by myself
I do what I want, ain't gotta watch my step
Official like ref
Using the lab when I cook it like meth
Walk in Gucci, buy a shelf
Mix it with Louis, shawty fresh to death
And she so bad, I want her to myself
Every day I wake up, I'm smoking that Cali
I bring them bands out like a pep rally
I got them bands
I got them stripes like I'm wearing Bally
Driving like Nascar, I hope I don't crash
Nut in her face, it got stuck in her lashes
Dior matching with the Cartier glasses
Fresh to death like I just jumped out the casket
In the metal detector with FN, they plastic
And the ass fat, I don't care if it's plastic
She got good brain, college classes
My b*tch bad, I'm in my bag
Go get some money, why you so mad?
I'm throwing rocks out the house full of glass
He used to get money, stuck in the past
He don't want no smoke, I turn him to ash
Wearing rose gold, this ain't no brass
Run through the pack, flash
Racks in my pocket, battle of the bands

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Every day I wake up, I get dead fresh
Every day I wake up and go get a check
I'm Hoodrich, b*tch, I got chains on my neck
Sixty ball for the Audemars Piguet
Ooh, hundred racks on me just to flex on my ex
I'm rolling like dice, I shoot you on the bet
It feel like she jumped in the pool, she too wet
Hit from the back, b*tch, give me that neck
I got 'em mad, they upset
I look like, I walk like, I talk like a check
I want a freak, I like to have sex
Young n*gga ball like it's rec, ooh
I don't play games, I'm the ref
Designer shoes, they match with the belt
So many jewels, they losing they breath
Tesla on cruise, it drive and accel'

[Verse 2: Guap Tarantino]
I got your boo, she all in my whip
I got my crew, they all in the VIP
I'm getting paid, I'm stacking up chips
I caught the wave, I don't need a ship
I got the gas, we smoke out the zips
I didn't smash, I just caught the lips
I keep the gas case all on my hip
Got me some racks and ran up an M
Traphouse jumpin' out the gym
Got four hoes ready, boy, I feel like a pimp, yeah
These real diamonds, not gems
And I know they heavy but it cost me a grip, yeah
n*gga pillow talking, boy, you know that sh*t
Real petty, we don't care about them, yeah
Four sticks ridin' in the back of a motherf*ckin' Chevy
We'll get them killed
Get a n*gga peeled, yeah
I got them racks and went f*cked up Phipps
You goin' out bad, boy, I heard you a wimp
I heard that you mad 'bout that b*tch, you a shrimp
If she not f*ckin' then that b*tch exempt
My Rollie a bustdown and flood out the trim
These racks in my pocket, I'm walking with limp
I keep me that rocket for aim at your limb, yeah

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Every day I wake up, I get dead fresh
Every day I wake up and go get a check
I'm Hoodrich, b*tch, I got chains on my neck
Sixty ball for the Audemars Piguet
Ooh, hundred racks on me just to flex on my ex
I'm rolling like dice, I shoot you on the bet
It feel like she jumped in the pool, she too wet
Hit from the back, b*tch, give me that neck
I got 'em mad, they upset
I look like, I walk like, I talk like a check
I want a freak, I like to have sex
Young n*gga ball like it's rec, ooh
I don't play games, I'm the ref
Designer shoes, they match with the belt
So many jewels, they losing they breath
Tesla on cruise, it drive and accel'

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