Lyrics:
off in a rival hood, you rather be arrested
If you didn't have no straps you couldn't wear your necklace
Niggas hand around your throat, that's
lil' baby, we can roll some
Back seat, I'mma beat it up like it stole somethin'
Get it wet, I'mma slide in
All my diamonds dancin', they vibin'
Girl,
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
on my dubs while I'm swervin'
I keep a ole pistol on my lap while I'm swervin'
Just in case I have ta peel a cap while I'm swervin'
I play the six by
the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
Act inside my drink, they call it medication
Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up
Ounce it in a soda
Push up on your bitch and shawty I didn't even
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I got a lil' bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man
They givin' me what me need man when I light my blunt
fold the niggas up in me hood so when we smoke smoke
to Gucci
I was on the jet once she gave me the coochie
She done wipe we down, no Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie)
Fifty racks in Vancleef
Give me head, don't
thinking about it
Pull up to the hood can't leave without it
Get paid its friday usher thats my way
We in miami im digging in sideways
Knew her for five days
on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave
section
When I'm up in the hood
Chain looking so nasty all the bitches going uhhh
Heard they wanna get me
But I got my guns cocked
I'm dirty ridin
"Señorita" (señorita)
I done fell in love with a hood girl
She be puttin' syrup in her margaritas (margarita)
Bought my college vibe a brand new Birkin (on
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
I'm so hood (remix)
Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best)
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Because you
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
to kill 'em
I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
I went hard all fall like the ball
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
That's a shame on niggas (shame on niggas)
How you gon' sit in my car
Tryna play Lil' Pump like we ain't too dangerous? (Get outta here)
Bro got trial,
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