Hoodrich Pablo Juan
Take Down
[Intro: Goonew]
Shit
Goonrixh, n***a
MONY POWR RSPT

[Verse 1: Goonew]
Homicide shit, coming through with the draco
Fort Knox, n***a hit the front and the back door
I'm beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hole
Pour a four of wop, 'cause you know that I walk slow
Walk to the bank and I'm counting them hunchos
Catch him down bad, gon make that boy fumble
You the type of n***a, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble
15 caught a body, I ain't even run, though

[Verse 2: Lil Dude]
Homicide shit get you whacked for the low low
Catching the pack like my last name Ocho
Serving the drop out the bag of Dorito's
Beat up the pack like a motherfucking dojo
I don't fuck with these n***as, these n***as, they hobos
I fuck with them migos, can't come in my bio
I put your main bitch number all in my bio
Double back gang, better ride with a Bible
Hoodrich n***a, we psycho
These n***as remind me of something off American Idol
They rapping and I gotta let 'em get the title (pop pop pop)
But my n***a won't fight you
These diamonds cold like an ice cube
With my boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube
Homicide shit, keep the 762's
[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ride with the big gun and Lil Dude
I'll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food
Goonrich, Hoodrich, n***a, rich like some Jews
I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels
The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues
Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah
Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah
Fourth of July, we don't shoot in the air
Back of my Gucci shoes look like a bear
I got the Glock with the dick, no homo
Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo
Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman
Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner

[Verse 4: Goonew]
Still on the block with the Glock on the corner
Junkies still knocking at three in the morning
Glock with a 30, you know I'm gon' warn them
Homicide shit, catch a body, I'm toting

[Interlude: Goonew]
Huh? Oh, who that?
Who that? Who that, Auntie? Huh
Homicide, n***a
We about to slide through this shit, huh?
Homicide, Hoodrich homicide
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 5: Lil Dude]
Draco diablo, got hundred rounds
Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds
Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds
Hit him with a combo, that's a man down
Luciano got the drake now
N***a don't even want to fake now
Ooh, I might eat a n***a's plate now
Take down, take down, take down, take down

[Verse 6: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Hit that little bitch from the back, leave her face down
Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds
We got them toys like we still on the playground
Lame ass n***a got flipped with a fake pound
Trapping so hard that I'm making the Feds watch
Rich n***a trapping, I'm Jordan and they're deadstock
Cook up the dope, got the J's in a headlock
Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doctor