Lyrics:
that double R
On the hood of it
Red carpet at the show
And we tryna see
Whats good with it
Sure enough cigars lit
Bottles popped
Models stripped
kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
getting niggas killed in my hood like
on a couch with you
If it's really bricks in the house, nigga
For my city, know how I rock
Breaking news story leaked by the cops
Cuban links on me, too
This is marriage cuz ('cause)
They put two Crips in the ring
But for B, Blood is gonna pour
The hood real, they would
(wood) kill, no term might
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja
I can see
That you been watching me for a minute now
Making it out the hood feel like the lotto
I got homies that be fucking the models
Tryna chase bitches looking like latto
I'm just tryna make it out
throwin' shade
I got twenty closets, I could dress accordin' to the wave
I'm with twenty models but I dress accordin' to the babe
I'm goin' all in by my
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Trapped by the trap house
Yeah
Yeah
Niggas gettin' trapped by the trap house
Hella cops ran in his shit and did a sweep
Fentanyl
be the point, all black, take all
For
Your ego gon' hold you back
My ethos was in burigo since '76
Got a lot of hood in me, that's why the hood
not by you little Opps
I'm posted way up top
I took the hood out
Go somewhere to clear my mind
Far away from your eyes
Catch a business class flight
Got
Hit the gang by my lonely
And probably hit the blade with a shorty
This shit make me wanna hit the hood
So I can drink me a 40
And go and catch
went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle (pussy)
Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God)
Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Gonzalez Erick , Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Said you done lived that life,
(Hey)
Tell me
your liquor? Don't get sick
Ain't no little bottles, you know we cop that shit by the fifth
I feel like a model, when I got designer in my fit
She move
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
like a pilgrim
New Orleans nigga to the west, I feel like Tookie Williams
My young bull keep that power tool, in case he gotta drill sum
Pulled up, now
my childhood in a wild hood
And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
my childhood in a wild hood
And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
on my right side, pourin' some cups
My whole hood is to my left, and they ain't giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow
your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't
Never underestimate
The power of a good goodbye
Always trying to reiterate
But never trying to get by
Trying to get by
I told him to leave is he gone
i'm fucking yellow and you are blue
I'm so fucking new some call me debut
Fuck the swedish hood flexin fake Louis
Ashes in coffee can talking real Due
(This has been another record)
From the hood, she'll squabble (Fight) (Brought to you in part by)
Sippin' Louis XIII out the bottle, yeah straight from
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