Hoop Dreams Lyrics by Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Danny Wolf
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
G-g-go head, O
Yeah, yeah
Danny, I see you
[Hook/Chorus]
Icy chain, I’m fly like an airplane
Designer to the floor, my denim from Balmain
Walk in the mall and ball like the Hawks game
Roll up Gelato, exotic, that octane
I ain’t gotta sneak diss, I got good aim
Pop a n—a like a pill when I’m in pain
Water on my neck, got too many tennis chains
Rich n—a still in the hood, ain’t s–t changed
Ain’t chasing hoes, I’m chasing my dope
Come to the door and I sell you a boat
Come get the blow ’cause it go for the low
Sell you some more if you buy you a four
I want the green, like the light I just go
They beat down the door, gotta trap like the stove
Flex like you rich, boy you broke
Boy you ain’t real, you a ho
[Verse]
These n—-s ain’t real, they some p—–s
Smoking exotic, Gelato, Sherbert, Cookies
Whipping this dope up, I’m cooking, yeah
I’m on that b——t, get shot for looking
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
My diamonds is wet, my neck is getting gushy
Shoot the chopper out and I ain’t no rookie
Headshot, that’s a noogie
Super Bowl ring, need ice for my lean
Guns on the plane, how many can I bring?
Jump out the padded truck, jump like a spring
F—-d her three times, geeked up on them beans
Yellow tape when I dress, crime scene
Money got tall n—a, Yao Ming
Chopper’ll knock down your door when you scream
Everybody got they own mask like Scream
Everybody gon’ blast, we don’t need no beams
Ooh, count up that money, I’ma a fiend
Diamonds, they same color Faygo creame
I dress like a maid, that boy there be clean
B—h from the island, my foreign ting
Shoes on my feet cost more than lean
Gelato in the cone, ice cream
I’m balling every night, hoop dreams
[Hook/Chorus]
Icy chain, I’m fly like an airplane
Designer to the floor, my denim from Balmain
Walk in the mall and ball like the Hawks game
Roll up Gelato, exotic, that octane
I ain’t gotta sneak diss, I got good aim
Pop a n—a like a pill when I’m in pain
Water on my neck, got too many tennis chains
Rich n—a still in the hood, ain’t s–t changed
Ain’t chasing hoes, I’m chasing my dope
Come to the door and I sell you a boat
Come get the blow ’cause it go for the low
Sell you some more if you buy you a four
I want the green, like the light I just go
They beat down the door, gotta trap like the stove
Flex like you rich, boy you broke
Boy you ain’t real, you a ho
SONG INFO
Produced By: Luke Wild, Otxhello & Danny Wolf
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