Hood Ferris Bueller

In the streets I keep the heat inside much cooler
Brought mystick up in the class clip just like ruler
With the shit since 8th grade hood Ferris buller
Whole body got that shine had to tip the jeweler

And my bitch get them checks I just had to her
Wrench up on the chop I had to tool her
You a rat up in the street you sleeping in the sewer
Nigga you ain't got them racks why you trynna fool her
Ice just like a cooler
Always counting Mula
Got a schoolgirl bitch and she repping xula
And she a got smart head she my private tutor
Bro don't like the other side he a opp shooter
Go pro on the rounds I see right through ya
She ride me while I'm on the beat call me young scooter

Fucked a Oklahoma bitch I made made her cum sooner
Chop is my gossip girl she gon spread a rumor
All good in the hood I don't need a tuner
Knock the hair off his head like I'm shooting tumors



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Writer(s): Carro G
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