Hood Anthem
Oh yeah, aye
Wait, what I bout to say?
Oh yeah
I be really in them streets, I'm an [?]
Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia
You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya
I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches
Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses
That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute
You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?
Even though I'm Stevie Wonder, bitch, I wouldn't wanna see ya
And that nigga broke, uh-uh, wouldn't wanna be ya
Michael Jackson, my diamonds dancin', but my money Dirty Diana
Bitch, I still be in them streets, I catch a body in them Alexanders
Project baby, snotty nose sayin' nothin' I can't handle
ATK, they droppin' bodies, that's the Hood Anthem
I be deep up in that pussy, I got plenty stamina
I got that slang when I talk, my teacher say I need to fix my grammar
I be really in them streets, I'm an [?]
Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia
You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya
I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches
Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses
That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute
You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'ma run up on ya
Get that bitch, I'm shootin' next time, I ain't warnin' ya
My trap be jumpin' out the gym, I guess we got the formula
When I be fuckin', she around my balls, I guess it make me hornier
Jump on the plane, I take a flight all the way to California
Trip up in the Benz, I hit the gas, I just be road runnin'
I put a bag on the opps head, bitch, I got plenty money
That nigga died face to face, he can say he seen it comin'
I be really in them streets, I'm an [?]
Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia
You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya
I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches
Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses
That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute
You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?
Oh, this Bentley
You rather cry up in that Honda or cry up in this Bentley?
If I want it, I'ma run up on ya
Wait, what I bout to say?
Oh yeah
I be really in them streets, I'm an [?]
Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia
You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya
I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches
Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses
That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute
You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?
Even though I'm Stevie Wonder, bitch, I wouldn't wanna see ya
And that nigga broke, uh-uh, wouldn't wanna be ya
Michael Jackson, my diamonds dancin', but my money Dirty Diana
Bitch, I still be in them streets, I catch a body in them Alexanders
Project baby, snotty nose sayin' nothin' I can't handle
ATK, they droppin' bodies, that's the Hood Anthem
I be deep up in that pussy, I got plenty stamina
I got that slang when I talk, my teacher say I need to fix my grammar
I be really in them streets, I'm an [?]
Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia
You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya
I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches
Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses
That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute
You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'ma run up on ya
Get that bitch, I'm shootin' next time, I ain't warnin' ya
My trap be jumpin' out the gym, I guess we got the formula
When I be fuckin', she around my balls, I guess it make me hornier
Jump on the plane, I take a flight all the way to California
Trip up in the Benz, I hit the gas, I just be road runnin'
I put a bag on the opps head, bitch, I got plenty money
That nigga died face to face, he can say he seen it comin'
I be really in them streets, I'm an [?]
Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia
You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya
If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya
I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches
Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses
That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute
You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley?
Oh, this Bentley
You rather cry up in that Honda or cry up in this Bentley?
If I want it, I'ma run up on ya
Credits
Writer(s): Keyanta Bullard, Jonathan Shapiro, Austin Ruff, Luca Starz, Adam Laszlo, Deandre Sumpter, Christoph Bauss, Tim Friedrich
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