The Hood

(I'll put whatever on my niggas, cause I know what they be on, on, on)
(Late night slidin' on the opps, I just pray they make it home, home, home)

I'm on whatever my niggas on, and that's that
Every time I get in my bag, it's all facts
No new niggas around, the last nigga done turned rat
And ain't no comin' back from that

Niggas wanna beef about a bitch, go rack for rack
Would they be around if you broke? Man, answer that
My niggas wake up every day tryna catch a hat
Bro catch that one nigga out turn his ass a pack

I'll put whatever on my niggas, cause I know what they be on, on, on
Late night slidin' on the opps, I just pray they make it home, home, home

Quit talking bout what you can do and nigga go do something
I cut niggas off around the hoes, they change up and I don't do stuntin
I hit the bitch, I cut her off that night, cause I don't do cuffing
I told bro to bring the hoes to the crib, cause I don't do clubbin

We hittin' hoes, we crackin jokes, what I went to school for
I got a name, I'm out in public with my hood on
Gettin' rich where I'm from, ain't normal tryna put the hood on
Did everything for my gang, I wish they would fold

I'll put whatever on my niggas, cause I know what they be on, on, on
Late night slidin' on the opps, I just pray they make it home, home, home