Hoodrich Pablo Juan Goin Up Lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm going up, going up
I'm pouring up
Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Came from the bottom, we going up
I get a pint and I'm pouring up
I only drink out of styrofoam cups
Repping the gang, I'ma throw it up
Got a bankroll, can't fold it up
Smoke out the back, how I'm rolling up
I need the cash, so I'm showing up
Percs and the Xans, I'm going up, yeah
I'm going up
Count up them bands, I'm going up, going up
I'm going up
I'm fly when I land, I'm going up, going up
I'm going up, I'm pouring up
Going up, yeah
I'm going up, I'm pouring up
Going up, yeah

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm going up every day of the week
Getting this money, I barely could sleep
Fuck on that hoe, then I change out the sheets
Roll up the Backwoods, I don't use Sweets
Ice on my neck, look just like sleet
They covering that hoe 'cause I know she a freak
Designer repping on my feet
I'm going up on my feet
Pay you no attention 'cause this shit ain't free
In Cali, picking the leaves off the tree
Got it on lock, I threw away the key
Designers and hoes from A to Z
Cool, we turned on the A/C
I made the money, I don't let it make me
I keep a Glock with me, no safety
I'm smoking cookie and it's tasty
I'm going up like damn
There's a new sheriff in town
All this water, I might drown
Smoking cookies by the pound
I'm going up right now
I'll send that work to your town
Water ring, coming down
Cookies, pass it around

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Came from the bottom, we going up
I get a pint and I'm pouring up
I only drink out of styrofoam cups
Repping the gang, I'ma throw it up
Got a bankroll, can't fold it up
Smoke out the back, how I'm rolling up
I need the cash, so I'm showing up
Percs and the Xans, I'm going up, yeah
I'm going up
Count up them bands, I'm going up, going up
I'm going up
I'm fly when I land, I'm going up, going up
I'm going up, I'm pouring up
Going up, yeah
I'm going up, I'm pouring up
Going up, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
They know we going up
She suck the dick till she throwing up
And I'ma pass that bitch right to my partner who's selling
Our shows, we be going up
Smoking on cookie, we roll it up
Came through the back and they know it's us
Duke and Pablo on way after the rack
We want the cheese, don't fuck with no rat
You try to run and get shot in your back
Fuck niggas hate on us 'cause we get racks
Can't go to sleep 'cause I'm chasing the check
You trying to show out, but don't get respect
We going up, we pouring up
I used to get them things in on the truck
I'm in the back in my Maybach
I speak nothing but facts, play and get whacked
Just bought the ten, finna do it again
Ain't thinking 'bout losing, I know we gon' win
I didn't have shit, used to sleep in the den
Give me your money, we sold out weekend
I cannot go down, I gotta go up
Had to stay down, now we ran that shit up
I'ma slow down [?]
I'ma go get it and don't give a...

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Came from the bottom, we going up
I get a pint and I'm pouring up
I only drink out of styrofoam cups
Repping the gang, I'ma throw it up
Got a bankroll, can't fold it up
Smoke out the back, how I'm rolling up
I need the cash, so I'm showing up
Percs and the Xans, I'm going up, yeah
I'm going up
Count up them bands, I'm going up, going up
I'm going up
I'm fly when I land, I'm going up, going up
I'm going up, I'm pouring up
Going up, yeah
I'm going up, I'm pouring up
Going up, yeah

[Verse 3: Jose Guapo]
All of my presences are going up
I'm fucking a bad bitch right in the butt
I pull up on her in a Bentley truck
She get in and she sucking me up
When she get through, she wiping her mouth
Give her the weed, she rolling it up
I got a little bag full of that shit
I'm going big on a little bitty bitch
Go cop me a new Rollie, I know it don't tick
Just look at my wrist, it's dancing and shit
I popped me a seal and I'm pouring the six
I'm popping them Percs, don't fuck with them grits
No, no
Million dollar high, I'm high as a bitch
Yeah, yeah, huh
I hop in the Porsche and I'm switching the gear
Go to the [?], I hop up in the Leer
Go ask the jeweler to double my ear
[?] with the bosses, don't fuck with no queers
Double cup, styrofoam
Please excuse me, my dear
Bag count for the rear
We're going up all year, pussy