Hoodrich Pablo Juan — Consistent

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Baguettes on my wrist, cut like a fishstick (Ice)
I ain’t smellin’ it, fire that shit up like an incense
The plug love me ’cause I’m stayin’ consistent
I was trappin’, stackin’, like my time was tickin’
I will talk, then get up and grind and get it
Keep the dead guys on me while I’m livin’
Fifty racks in the Goyard, I spend it
I represented, I just iced out a pendant

[Verse 1]
You can try but I wouldn’t recommend it
Yeah, OG in the trap [?] (Ha)
Seen him, that nigga was timid
Yeen ain’t sold dope, nigga, that’s just an image
Paid in full, I gotta make me a jugg
Pop it and turn a nigga to a plug
Apartments, we ain’t had no fuckin’ rug
Bang on the opps like the boys in the hood
I was just trappin’ all day with the bud
Ride wit’ my niggas, bitch, I ain’t no scrub
I ain’t no beggar, I ain’t ask for no handout
I got it out the mud, nigga, get it in the blood

[Chorus]
Baguettes on my wrist, cut like a fishstick (Ice)
I ain’t smellin’ it, fire that shit up like an incense
The plug love me ’cause I’m stayin’ consistent
I was trappin’, stackin’, like my time was tickin’
I will talk, then get up and grind and get it
Keep the dead guys on me while I’m livin’
Fifty racks in the Goyard, I spend it
I represented, I just iced out a pendant

[Verse 2]
Every nigga know me, they know me for hustling
Fuck all that rap, you don’t know me, I’m clutching
[?], hid that shit just like a dungeon
Fuck all the school, I can’t even eat lunches
High, nigga, uh, I got the munchies
Work out that pack and then chop like it’s crunchies
[?] my partner, mama got a [?]
They got [?], I got too many junkies
Walkin’ outside, it just like Jumanji (Jumanji)
I don’t fuck with these niggas, they fake
Niggas ain’t real, I keep it a hundred
Hunnid rounds, sendin’ that Drac’

[Chorus]
Baguettes on my wrist, cut like a fishstick (Ice)
I ain’t smellin’ it, fire that shit up like an incense
The plug love me ’cause I’m stayin’ consistent
I was trappin’, stackin’, like my time was tickin’
I will talk, then get up and grind and get it
Keep the dead guys on me while I’m livin’
Fifty racks in the Goyard, I spend it
I represented, I just iced out a pendant