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Red Neck Video (MV)




Performed By: HoodRich Pablo Juan
Featuring: Spiffy Global
Length: 2:25
Written by: Sterling Pennix




HoodRich Pablo Juan - Red Neck Lyrics
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[ Featuring Spiffy Global ]

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Pablo Juan, man, Hoodrich shit
Hold up, Spiffy on this motherf*cker
Yeah, yeah

I got some racks in my skinny Amiris
VS clarity, see my carats clearly
She want them Percs, that X, and them Addys
I want the money, multiply and add it
Shoppin' and drippin', I made that a habit
Stay with the hitstick, don't play no John Madden
I walk in, he wearin' fake chains, he embarrassed
I look like I just came from Paris
Say you get money but barely
Claim that you real but you scary
Got rings on my hand like I'm married
We had the ball so I hit it like Barry
She bad, her ass is fat, damn
Flawless my diamonds, they hit like they Bam-Bam
Drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
Interior blood, but it's white, call it redneck

Rap but I really ballin' like Sheck Wes
Shawty pulled up on me, she want a Percocet
Went to the jeweler, bought a set of baguettes
Shawty too much, she tryna break her neck
Thot bitch, she like when I hit it from the back
Roll up the weed, give no f*ck 'bout that
We don't police, you ain't under arrest
Money gang, bitch, we got stacks on deck
357 take his head off his neck
R7, geeked up on Xanax, I wrecked that
Dope boy fresh like I jumped out Saran wrap
Catch a pussy nigga, make that nigga take a cat nap
Serve him a slab for that money, no Cash App
Top notch exotic, don't f*ck with the bad batch
Walk in the spot, where the meds? Where the bags at?
Hit it and ran off, I smashed and grabbed that

I got some racks in my skinny Amiris
VS clarity, see my carats clearly
She want them Percs, that X, and them Addys
I want the money, multiply and add it
Shoppin' and drippin', I made that a habit
Stay with the hitstick, don't play no John Madden
I walk in, he wearin' fake chains, he embarrassed
I look like I just came from Paris
Say you get money but barely
Claim that you real but you scary
Got rings on my hand like I'm married
We had the ball so I hit it like Barry
She bad, her ass is fat, damn
Flawless my diamonds, they hit like they Bam-Bam
Drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
Interior blood, but it's white, call it redneck
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Pablo Juan, man, Hoodrich shit
Hold up, Spiffy on this motherf*cker
Yeah, yeah

I got some racks in my skinny Amiris
VS clarity, see my carats clearly
She want them Percs, that X, and them Addys
I want the money, multiply and add it
Shoppin' and drippin', I made that a habit
Stay with the hitstick, don't play no John Madden
I walk in, he wearin' fake chains, he embarrassed
I look like I just came from Paris
Say you get money but barely
Claim that you real but you scary
Got rings on my hand like I'm married
We had the ball so I hit it like Barry
She bad, her ass is fat, damn
Flawless my diamonds, they hit like they Bam-Bam
Drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
Interior blood, but it's white, call it redneck

Rap but I really ballin' like Sheck Wes
Shawty pulled up on me, she want a Percocet
Went to the jeweler, bought a set of baguettes
Shawty too much, she tryna break her neck
Thot bitch, she like when I hit it from the back
Roll up the weed, give no f*ck 'bout that
We don't police, you ain't under arrest
Money gang, bitch, we got stacks on deck
357 take his head off his neck
R7, geeked up on Xanax, I wrecked that
Dope boy fresh like I jumped out Saran wrap
Catch a pussy nigga, make that nigga take a cat nap
Serve him a slab for that money, no Cash App
Top notch exotic, don't f*ck with the bad batch
Walk in the spot, where the meds? Where the bags at?
Hit it and ran off, I smashed and grabbed that

I got some racks in my skinny Amiris
VS clarity, see my carats clearly
She want them Percs, that X, and them Addys
I want the money, multiply and add it
Shoppin' and drippin', I made that a habit
Stay with the hitstick, don't play no John Madden
I walk in, he wearin' fake chains, he embarrassed
I look like I just came from Paris
Say you get money but barely
Claim that you real but you scary
Got rings on my hand like I'm married
We had the ball so I hit it like Barry
She bad, her ass is fat, damn
Flawless my diamonds, they hit like they Bam-Bam
Drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
Interior blood, but it's white, call it redneck
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Writer: Sterling Pennix
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