Hood Hot (feat. Lil Zay Osama)
Jumped off the porch grabbed me a torch I f*** with shooters foreal
My entourage be shooting to k*** what the f*** ima do with a deal
Say he a gangsta you aint no gangsta boy you gone need you a pill
Free all my gangstas locked up for banging I hope they beat that appeal
They say im extra cuz I just stretched after I finessed him out that pressure
N****s be hide'n like Dr. Jekyl I pop out nine with the suppressor
F*** n**** can't run from me try to run we gone catch him
And dump it somewhere up the street
Ironically I up that pipe and start squeezing and left that f*** boy with a leak
AR with the invisible beam
When we start blowing you won't see a thing
Hundred round clip it a take out a team
Baseball bat ima take me a swing
And I been charging em extra if I gotta cook up da work i been selling it clean
I think this hustling s*** in my genes
Blocks of the grey you would think I was Jean
We got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
See we got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
Opps just called my phone like where u at
I flip my camera like n**** u cap
You aint tryna get that get back
You aint tryna get back for Shaq
We don't front our moves for apps
We get s*** done and make s*** cry
I live what I put in my raps
B***** we got the hood hot
We like putting n***** on that big screen so we love opps
You can't get no passes catch em stretch him and get the hood hot
We got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
See we got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
My entourage be shooting to k*** what the f*** ima do with a deal
Say he a gangsta you aint no gangsta boy you gone need you a pill
Free all my gangstas locked up for banging I hope they beat that appeal
They say im extra cuz I just stretched after I finessed him out that pressure
N****s be hide'n like Dr. Jekyl I pop out nine with the suppressor
F*** n**** can't run from me try to run we gone catch him
And dump it somewhere up the street
Ironically I up that pipe and start squeezing and left that f*** boy with a leak
AR with the invisible beam
When we start blowing you won't see a thing
Hundred round clip it a take out a team
Baseball bat ima take me a swing
And I been charging em extra if I gotta cook up da work i been selling it clean
I think this hustling s*** in my genes
Blocks of the grey you would think I was Jean
We got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
See we got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
Opps just called my phone like where u at
I flip my camera like n**** u cap
You aint tryna get that get back
You aint tryna get back for Shaq
We don't front our moves for apps
We get s*** done and make s*** cry
I live what I put in my raps
B***** we got the hood hot
We like putting n***** on that big screen so we love opps
You can't get no passes catch em stretch him and get the hood hot
We got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
See we got the hood hot
I taught myself how to add it up right on my digital clock
I told my shooter to squeeze that m***** f***** and don't never stop
I told that b**** do it sloppy whenever she eat up the c***
I'm tryna get off my rocks
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Pickett
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