87-Dboyz

Rolling down the street in my six four
Jocking the freaks, clocking the hoes
I went to the hood to get the play
Knuckleheads out there still selling the yay
I got the K right in place in case the beef pop
I rolled down the window and let the beat drop
Man I'm feeling like I'm flying I'm high as a tree top
And this Hood shit is in me I need the street top
Let me park the whip I think I might chill
Niggers sipping Sprites that tastes like NyQuil
I asked little homie what's up he said working
I walked in the trap they was in the kitchen twerking
About three kis at least a chrome piece
That's a life sentence no need to have a seat
And could you please tell your beautiful niece I want a piece
Her ass on fleek obese like Della Reese

Because the girls in the hood they all go hard
Don't be putting no trash in a good cigar
You want to make it your wife because she's sweet and she thick
But don't fuck with her cuz that hoe ain't shit

Why you little bro ain't in the school he need to be
I heard he selling work off his phone he think he me
Straight ballin' on these bitches like Griffin and CP3 and your mama still rocking the curl She Eazy-E
Might catch a young nigger putting lean in his pop he got rocks in his pocket seventeen In his Glock
He said he married to the hood and he ain't leaving the block
I been riding through a lot and I've been meaning to stop
To let a nigger know I used to be in your spot
I be watching all your moves and I be seeing you clock
Still I had to step it up you should have seen what I got
Tired of standing in the kitchen with a ki in a pot

Because the boys in the hood they all got hard
You come selling that trash we'll pull your card
Dedication in life to be a G and a pimp but don't quote me boy cuz I ain't said shit