Artist: HoodRich Pablo Juan Album: Designer Drugz 3 (Mixtape) Song: Stiff Typed by: AZ Lyrics Give a fuck 'bout no bitch Nigga, I'm trying to get rich Give a fuck 'bout no bitch Nigga, I'm trying to get rich I'm in the trap and I'm stiff I'm in the trap and I'm stiff Bitch nigga think this a lick Nigga, I rob with the stick Hoodrich, nigga, I've been on the bullshit Driving the foreign, I rob with the stick shift Trapping the brick, we got sticks Popped me a Perc and a Xan, I'm lit Ooh, young nigga ignorant Popped the Act for adrenaline Shooting the sticks at my enemies Designer dripping, I'm in Christian Designer drugs, Hitech, and Actavis, lean sipping Fuck that little bitch and I jump in the Benz I got tissue paper, young nigga shit I got bricks, sell you right in the kitchen I sell the dope with the Glock with extensions Fuck you thought? Bitch, I fill up my bottle Think this a lick you gon' get your ass popped I fucked that bitch, I just got me some top Riding with the stick with a hundred shots I've made that Glock pop Make your ass lean, rock Still got that dope in my sock Stiff, I don't fuck with no cops Run up, you get your ass shot I got the keys on lock I get the pounds from the crop Trap God like Guwop, bitch Give a fuck 'bout no bitch Nigga, I'm trying to get rich Give a fuck 'bout no bitch Nigga, I'm trying to get rich I'm in the trap and I'm stiff I'm in the trap and I'm stiff Bitch nigga think this a lick Nigga, I rob with the stick Stiff on m prices, I ain't stuck on no bitch Ain't stunting on hoes, I got money to get Wrap up a dummy, get your ass tricked Jump in the Honda and pick up the bricks First, I had to go get money Then I had to get some more Crossing minds, serving O's, playing tic-tac-toe I got that blow, just follow your nose Riding foreign, drop the top when it's cold I ain't gotta trap, it's already sold On the phone, I be talking in code I'm too real, nigga, I can't get exposed Neck like the North Pole Big ring like I won the Super Bowl Cook on four burners, I need another stove Gas like the Texaco I'm getting money, said I changed on them I'm still in the hood with my chains on me Stayed down, I ain't had no big homie Candler Road, started off in the 6 Zone Trap out the flip phone In the projects when the street lights on Selling off-white with the brown, two-tone I'm trapping, tell my bitch I ain't never coming home Give a fuck 'bout no bitch Nigga, I'm trying to get rich Give a fuck 'bout no bitch Nigga, I'm trying to get rich I'm in the trap and I'm stiff I'm in the trap and I'm stiff Bitch nigga think this a lick Nigga, I rob with the stick