Lyrics:
Hit a nigga
With the huugh
Nice chain
On yo neck
Don’t get it took
Bitch in yo place
Where you put
In the trap
Bitch come
And kiss
Aye, pass me the perc
Yeah, okay
Feel like Mayweather, cause I'm undefeated
Got out the hood, and they just can't believe it
I'm with yo bitch
While I beat her with a pis-tal
Chorus (4X)
(Six Nine)
Yo yo y'all don't really want to mess with the niner
Backwoods in the hood big niner
Sellin dope
(fuck what the hood like)
Grew up in the hood right, what does it look like?
Streetlights off or they cop lights, seeing that wealth startin' to look
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a guide body
We slide by, you tend it up High side, nah, we don't pop models
We just pop bottles, cause we good forever Couldn't live in the hood forever
I
side of the streets of the chi,
But I was taken away,
cnd I won't deny
The pain I gained but I still will rise.
‘Cuz the hood is still in me
cnd it's
mami, can you keep it
I'ma put a baby in yo stomach, I want you to keep it
Rollin' off dem percs, I hit a black and I ain't even freak it
Sippin cough
Sonic Booms
These cats act calm, but they break the most
Yo, I went on Fear Factor and ate the host!
The rhymes stay hard
So many hits in New York they
Them badges
There’s a army rising up
To break them chain’
That why we snatchin’
Ufo bet not park in the hood
We jackin’
These ain’t Russians
and checked up
Bitch niggas whole posse too
(Fuck them niggas)
Racks
We done went up in the trap then fell down the hill then climbed right back
Bag back
All
nasty, your songs belong where the trash be
I would fall back and you still wouldn't pass me
Classy and still good, in the hood bitch
Money power, respect
Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK
Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates
PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back
one nigga
I got shit on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in
Jim Carrey sheraton hotel
My bitch dipped in mascara Oooh
Foreign ride me and Polo poo in the Coupe
Top back, only two seats
Used to mask up lace my
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
Johnny richter, bdub, big pak, lou, munchyz the heavy hitter
[Hook]
Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
It's in my backpack , but you can't
chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in
Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain't did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we
now she all over
Hurricane hit that bitch
Now we had to do that shit
Bounce right back in my hood with some new shit
Everyday sunshine, keep my tool
smooth as Uber
You ain't safe nowhere, niggas poppin' broad day
Over a hundred hoods from La Cieanega to Broadway
Better tap the fuck in like fuck what
[Talking: Trina]
Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me (feel me)
Lay back Maybach, ugh
[Chorus:]
Up in this pussy feel better than the lottery
Don't
Yo I'm happy to be in the south
To set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
Yo this Kenny
I go by this way of life
Everyday num um saying
Standin on my 10 man
Hustlin everyday tryna
Get to where I wanna
Be in life I wanna move
My folks put
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