Give It to Em Lyrics by Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Danny Wolf
[Hook/Chorus]
Ooh, give it to ’em, yeah, give it to ’em
Yeah, give it to ’em, ooh, give it to ’em
Yeah, give it to ’em, ooh, give it to ’em
Give it to ’em, yeah, give it to ’em, ooh
Put this s–t on, I’m rocking designer, I give it to ’em
I like a b—h with a fat a-s, if she fine I give it to ’em, ooh
Fifty round n—a, them bullets ain’t mine, I give it to ’em, ooh
These n—-s ain’t got no swag, they lying, I give it to ’em, ooh
[Verse 1]
Filthy rich like the sewage
Pablo Juan getting rich like a Jewish
Pulling up in something foolish
I’m the sensei, n—a you just the student
Give you a dummy, my trap going stupid
Shoot up that b—h like I’m Cupid
Thirty round stick make him dance like he Uzi
Money and power got a n—a groovy
Shoot at these n—-s like movies
Look at my pockets, they filled up with fat knots
I’m the one drop off the pack at the trap spot
Fire the chopper, lit like a matchbox
Give it to ’em, I’m a Balmain mascot
She give it to ’em when she got all that a-s out
Left wrist wet like a boat on a dot
I put that lean in my soda pop
Ain’t no time for that b——t on my Rollie watch
B—h I’m the plug, I serve the junkies boulder rocks
B—h I got elbows, I’m The Rock
My young n—a trap like Huey in The Boondocks
HoodWolf only come when the goons out
Ooh, give it to her, you’re a (?)
Medic gas, got designer, no Puma
Cuddling with your lil b—h, I’ma spoon her
Hundred thou bust down my wrist and my jeweler
Ride with my stick like I don’t need a shooter
Ooh, look at my ice like a cooler
Two-tone Audemar, that’s a smoothie
Rock nina the judge and I call that b—h Judy
Quit acting gangster, this s–t ain’t no movie
I’m wearing VS diamonds, these ain’t no rubies
Won’t go like no ho, you salute me or shoot me
[Hook/Chorus]
Ooh, give it to ’em, yeah, give it to ’em
Yeah, give it to ’em, ooh, give it to ’em
Yeah, give it to ’em, ooh, give it to ’em
Give it to ’em, yeah, give it to ’em, ooh
Put this s–t on, I’m rocking designer, I give it to ’em
I like a b—h with a fat a-s, if she fine I give it to ’em, ooh
Fifty round n—a, them bullets ain’t mine, I give it to ’em, ooh
These n—-s ain’t got no swag, they lying, I give it to ’em
[Verse 2]
Switching my watches, my b—h is the hottest
B—h I’m a god and my b—h is a goddess
I’m s——g on n—-s like I went to the potty
Fresh as a b—h like I just caught a body
Took the J’s money, went and bought me a Masi
Parked the b—h right by Lakewood
Got the trap rolling like backwood
I know they coming back, it’s that good
Just sent auntie to the store
F—–g on a lil b—h, I ain’t even claiming that ho
Rich, I don’t want to be famous no more
B—h get out my face, I’m geeking on dope
I throw her them racks, get your a-s off the floor
In winter I pull up in the vert with a mink coat
Can’t f–k with that b—h if she ain’t got deepthroat
Can’t remember the last time a ho told me no
Six rings on plus the ice on my toe
They don’t even know that I used to be poor
Tennis chains, tennis chains, four in a row
Shoot like a free throw, I ball like a pro
Gucci the main out the guard and the Rolls
F—–g the b—h, ’bout to slip in her robe
Give it to ’em like my heart made of gold
Shoot a n—a like the dice, you can’t hold
I go PeeWee Roscoe with the bankroll
I go f–k with my migo, the K sold
In the bando on Nawfside with Mango
I just served me a brick to the gringo
N—a called on your number like Bingo
My Gucci coat cost me a cinco
I’m giving it to ’em, finito
I’m f—–g these hoes, the b—h single
[Hook/Chorus]
Ooh, give it to ’em, yeah, give it to ’em
Yeah, give it to ’em, ooh, give it to ’em
Yeah, give it to ’em, ooh, give it to ’em
Give it to ’em, yeah, give it to ’em, ooh
Put this s–t on, I’m rocking designer, I give it to ’em
I like a b—h with a fat a-s, if she fine I give it to ’em, ooh
Fifty round n—a, them bullets ain’t mine, I give it to ’em, ooh
These n—-s ain’t got no swag, they lying, I give it to ’em
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