Hood Tendencies

Bitch I'm at it
Feening for a beat like an addict
Treat this shit like surgery, I'm bout to let you have it
Pain run deep like a nigga having contractions
He only find love when he grab his automatic
On God
Tryna fuck with me, watch it get tragic
Nigga so clean all these bitches tryna grab me
Yea I eat my greens & I ain't talking bout a salad
Last time I remembered I was rockin New Balance

He try to pussy me but he ain't know I was a savage
Running through a pussy, I had to show I wasn't average
The game put their trust in me, them boys can't even have it
Already got the Rollie, now a nigga really want the Patek

When you suck dick, make sure you lick them balls
I'm just tryna run through, it ain't no tomorrow
Remember spending Twenty K, I splurged it at the mall
Got a lil buzz now these niggas wanna be my dawgs

Don't be the reason why a nigga go behind the walls
We don't reload, we just grab another gun
Shit fun & games til you see your man brains
Don't forget you the reason how you left that nigga stained

Flick the lights, it's the Kidd, nothing nice
I'm hot like spice, chase the cheese, Yatta Mice
I can't lose no more
Ballin out, go check the score
Going hard in the fourth
Might just take over the court

Welcome to Yatta's World
Mr. Steal Your Main Girl
Came from the bottom where the mud was dirty dirty
Where niggas tote thirty's and they shoot it out like Curry
Blinded by the fake so my vision blurry blurry

I need all the sauce
You gotta pay the cost
In order to be a boss
Unless to take a loss
Man it's okay, cause it's coming out my mouth
Yea I came from the south
Gold grills in mouth, yea



Credits
Writer(s): Yatta Kidd
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