Hood Hood (feat. Rondo Smiff)

Uh-huh, girl, who they think they is
Oh, that's them Vamp Camp niggas
Shim' an the Sensei again
Oh, Lord, this finna be some nasty shit, y'all

Let's go
Shout-out to Vamp Camp

Get it out the mud, bitch, I was posted on the block
Dade County-ass nigga, Sweaty weed up in my sock

I don't know too many Niggas, I don't know no Fuckin' cops
Do it all by my lonely, that's Why I can never stop

I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood

I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood

Let's get it understood
Ooh, Bitch,
I'm out the hood, hood

Pickle legs and pig feet
Pok'n beans n weenies

Niggas never seen me, but Wanna red beam me
Uncle Luke, got it shakin'
Trick daddy, he be our mayor
From a place, you don't have a job

but a nigga still be a paper chaser

Why you lurkin'
Why you hatin'

Damn shame, can't trust my Neighbors

Fruit cups, y'all hella flavors
Polar bear heart of a glacier

Can't even ask my family for favors
First call when they see that you make it

Realest niggas do the most faking
Money talk, cash conversation
I don't watch the news no more
I just watch this fucking world

They say life's a bad bitch
I say she's a little girl
Malnourish ass, nigga
Swear that you ain't got no juice

Everybody screaming, they the truth
I need to see the proof
Viewing the rap game
Nah, I swear it ain't the fucking same

Everybody's pointing fingers
Tell me who's the fucking blame
They privileged
Don't talk about it if you don't live it

Real recognize real
Bitch, I'm only doing business

Get it out the mud
Bitch, I was posted on the block

Dade County ass niggas
Sweaty weed up in my socks
I don't know too many niggas
I don't know no fucking cops

Do it all by my lonely
That's why I can never stop
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood

I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood

Let's get it understood
Ooh Bitch, I'm out the hood

Uncle whipping dope on the stove
Cooking ramen noodles on the stove

Leftovers on the same stove
The trap was my household

Serving plates, serving bowls
Swear that's all a nigga know

Thug life's street code
I'm a Florida Seminole
I'm a Miami Dolphin

Swing that stick, put a hole in one

Now ain't talm bout golfing

Streets got my heart stone cold
Ain't talm bout Steve Austin

Young nigga running drills
Really in the field like Mike Dawson

Play with us, it's gon' cost him

You can take a nigga out the ghetto
but you can't take it out of me

Section 8, Hud Housing
Swear the whole neighborhood smoke weed
Trap house across the street
Feds jus did a sweep

We DONT snitch, we DONT cooperate, we DONT talk to the police

I was raised off Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, and JT
Where im from you hear gunshots every night before you go to sleep

We DONT play by the rules shit, cut throat,
yeah we creep

Anything that you want or need, nigga
I can get it for the cheap

Get it out the mud, bitch, I was posted on the block
Dade County ass niggas

Sweaty weed up in my sock
I don't know too many niggas
I don't know no fucking cops
Do it all by my lonely

That's why I can never stop
I'm out the hood, hoe
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, hoe

I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, hoe
I'm out the hood, hood
Let's get it understood

Ooh, bitch, I'm out the hood, hood