Lyrics:
south
Now I'm getting 16 for 16's out my mouth
So it ain't shit to me to look clean when I floss
In the wide body slab with the candy blue gloss
I ain't
on dem tracks Dawg servin Purple Haze packs of that loud
Rain Thunder storm Ice on my arm chain
Lucky charm swangin I swear I'm in rare form
Hood Mario
got it
West side for the hood
One time for the monsters
Was raised by the robbers
Yeen ain't wit it, then fuck it
West side to the hood
R.I.G. for all
Yeeeeah
[Hook :x 2]
In the ghetto, I'm living in a ghetto world
In the ghetto (in the ghetto), it's a struggle but I gotta maintain
[Trae
alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Trae so hood bitch I am the truth
I get paid bein broke has no use
Only
Two point five in the Backwood
From out West yea the pack good
Nigga from burbs but he act hood
We spin back till he lack
On a fact
That's track, yes
ready to rumble
Still out doing these 10 shots, Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5
Used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in YOI's
Put too
I'm somewhere between my first shot
And fuck does this end, shit
You can see it in my face
Cigarillos by the case
The ""Muddy Waters"" at my waist
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
[Bun B]
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I
on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's
deep u can't floss that shit
Henny dick stroke say she want more
Thought she was a fiend she keep begging me fa more
Dog in da hood
Tearing up da slab
[Chorus]
If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there posted on that 59
I got a burna in my lap at all times
And a bag a sticky
mad, cause your bitch chose me
Never catch Jay'Ton, cuffing up in these streets
Only niggaz in my slab, riding in the front seat
Can't have the smell
I trapped in the hood and doubled up
Some niggas was moving and now they stuck
Bitch confusing don't know what she want
I'm waking up moody it's
That's a penny for your thoughts
I'm in the hood with the killers, and hundred dollar billers
Fuck with me and you get chalked
Swag by the ounce, I could
Humanity's like dog on a very long leash
Bound by the pull and push of the
Freaking reality
Nothing is fair in life as we all can
Clearly see
No one will see
It's like this and like that, the hood got my back
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks
They said
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky
bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
In the benches, we see it all off the benches
I learned
But I'm in the hood still
Leather so soft, yeah, I like the way it feel
Hoppin' out fresh
Like I signed a million dollar deal
Yeah, I'm the truth, '84
this straight and fix your face.
I ain't gotta sell millions. I'm in the buildins
With poppy comin through with them bricks by eight.
Listen cocksucker
be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
No matter
Watch how the city celebrate
Cause it's a real nigga holliday
Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
The hood, they love it, the block
They love it
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