Read the lyrics for Hoodrich Pablo Juan’s First Day Out. Full song words from this trap anthem for fans and karaoke.
The lyrics for “First Day Out” chronicle the experience of release and return to street life. The song opens with a declaration of freedom before diving into verses filled with luxury brand references and trap imagery. Hoodrich Pablo Juan uses repetitive flows to describe designer fashion, money counting, and street credibility throughout the track.
hoodrich pablo juan first day out
The words paint a picture of immediate return to status and power, mentioning specific brands and situations that define his lifestyle. The outro shifts to a spoken-word tribute to loyalty and homecoming, addressing fellow artists and street figures.
The structure maintains a consistent energy suited for club play and casual listening, with simple repetitive phrases that make the track accessible for audience participation and casual performance situations.
Produced by DJ Champ
28 October 2025
1 song, 2 minutes
℗ 2025 Mony Powr RSpt / Hoodrich / EMPIRE
Lyrics
[Intro]
Pablo Juan, man
They let me out this motherfucker? (Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
Let’s go
[Verse]
Jumped out in Louis, they super exclusive
I’m ridin’ with shooters, they makin’ a movie (Pow, pow, pow)
I made it off Candler, they ask, “How you do it?” (How you do that?)
I’m flexin’, finessin’, I do it for Scooter (Flex, finesse)
I ain’t dumb or stupid, my Prada silent
No salad, I’m dressin’ like thousand island (I’m dressed)
You ain’t buyin’ no work, why the fuck you dialing? (Huh?)
In the back of the Maybach, just countin’ thousands (Count it up)
I mismatch designers, I’m actin’ childish (Stop playin’)
Fresh out the slammer, go money bandana (Moneyband)
Tony Montana, I trap with no cameras (Tony Montana)
Lookin’ like money, I know that I’m handsome (Hah)
Fucked on the strokers then fucked on the dancers (Fuck it up)
I’m Chrome Hearted, hold your bitch up for ransom
Young nigga trappin’ all day with no lunch break
EA Sports, I’m a player like 2K (Player)
I’m in her mouth, she don’t even need toothpaste (Nah)
I’m on a deuce and D’USSÉ (Woo)
Cash out I don’t even tie my shoe lace
Bust down my Audemars, Bobby Boucher (Water boy)
White and the rose gold like sugar and Kool-Aid (Two tone)
Open the cage, I went straight to the JJ’s
Free all my niggas that’s still eating steak trays (Free all my niggas)
Started out trappin’, that shit was a gateway (Trap, trap)
Hop out, I counted a hundred the same day (I count it)
If I come out, it’s raining today (Drip)
If I pull it, I aim at your face (Bow, bow)
I keep it street like they painted me gray (Keep it street)
I might just go Rick Owen today (Hoodrich)
Keep him from around, me, I don’t owe him no favor (Hell nah)
Due respect, I shit on my haters (Shit on them niggas)
Take off my bobos, I’m goin’ Bottega (Let’s go)
I stick in they face like ridin’ a bike (Hah)
Diamonds they hittin’, they startin’ a fight (Boaw)
Capping is that shit that I don’t like (That shit)
Ballin’, you know I’m the GOAT like Mike (I’m the GOAT)
I just want the throat, you ain’t gotta spend the night (Naw)
Get your ass killed, I ain’t gotta have a knife (Don’t do that, my nigga)
He must be soft because he covered in ice (Ice, ice)
Still on probation, I’m rollin’ the dice (Let’s go)
Put her in rotation, I ain’t make her my wife (Hell nah)
Got to do it for my niggas, got life (Yeah)
When I’m shoppin’, on God, I don’t never check the price (Hah)
Fuck ’bout no money, I buy what I like (Put that shit on)
Mony World, nigga, we ain’t gotta buy stripes (Mony World)
Gotta tone it down, it be shinin’ too bright (Tone that shit down)
Right off the top, don’t even ask if I write (Cap)
Cap off the top when he ask me the price
Shorty too pussy, I call him a dyke (Dyke)
I don’t even wanna fuck her for real, but I might (Only wanna fuck)
Ain’t gotta touch ’em, I still get ’em off tonight (They gone)
No bitch in my dog, don’t bark, they bite (Grrr)
Only live once, so I ain’t wearing it twice
I jumped out, no parachute, landed right (Landed)
No TSA, bitch, I stay on the flight (Stay on the flight)
[Outro]
Man on my chest, salute a motherfuckin’ real nigga, man
Show these niggas what real niggas supposed to do, my nigga
Show these niggas how real niggas supposed to wa-walk around this motherfucker
Keep this shit solid, nigga
Tell them niggas put you on the Mount Rushmore, my brother
Fuck wrong with these niggas, my nigga?
Welcome home, my nigga, I should tell you that shit, my nigga
You know what I’m sayin’, nigga? I salute everything, my nigga
You was already big, my nigga, shit even bigger, my nigga
From a real street nigga, my nigga
I salute and support everything that you did, my nigga
And just like before, my nigga
Whatever you need from me, my nigga, just give me a call, dog
I’m pullin’ up, dog
Welcome home, dog
