If You Ain't From My Hood - Remix

I fuck up all the dishes at all of my bitches' houses
They ain't never got no left cause I'm steady whippin
That ass ain't that fat for real babe if you can't bounce it
She know I'm outside havin' my way with it cause I'ma let her count it

Say they might got it cheaper but damn sure they ain't got it better
30 or better, somewhere tucked tight, behind a Supreme sweater
Shred a nigga, really about my cheese, point him to the shredder
Handful of niggas should've been the blender for playin' with my cheddar

I strike every day and it ain't nothin' that I'm sparin
Niggas wanna beef bout bitches when really we all sharin
It ain't a hoe you can get mad about me when you ain't caring
I want a nigga to try, really, cause I'm darin

I got some fiends out in Monroe and I ain't talkin' about Marilyn
It ain't gotta be Christmas, niggas still a sing like they caroling
This bitch just bought a quarter, wit her boy, shoutout my baby Caroline
By the end of the month, she got two babies, don't know none bout parentin

I fuck up all the dishes at all of my bitches' houses
They ain't never got no left cause I'm steady whippin
That ass ain't that fat for real babe if you can't bounce it
She know I'm outside havin' my way with it cause I'ma let her count it

Say they might got it cheaper but damn sure they ain't got it better
30 or better, summer tucked tight, behind a Supreme sweater
Shred a nigga, really about my cheese, point him to the shredder
Handful of niggas should've been in the blender for playin' with my cheddar

Playin' with that paper, nigga, it's gon' be a repassing
Came in late from trappin' all day, I can't get no sleep after
The industry, already fake enough now
Nigga, we don't need actors
Know some niggas that ain't even graduate, that's up off street factors

I'm sleepin' good too, silk sheets would I be sleepin' on
She told her man she went to dinner, but dick what she was eatin' on
Honestly, it's fuck the judge, cause only God can read me wrong
Free the jugg that's what we scream, until he get home

Tried to tell my young niggas bout that beef, shit like, just leave it alone
We gon' forever get to it and have that motion, that's just what we be on
Bitches and niggas better recognize, or is they still seein' wrong
The flash on the gun, a check your eyes

I got bitches mesmerized, you can't do nothin' but fantasize
I'm passin' everything to the guys
I fuck up all the dishes at all of my bitches' houses
They ain't never got no left cause I'm steady whippin

That ass ain't that fat for real, babe, if you can't bounce it
She know I'm outside, havin' my way with it cause I'ma let her count it
Say they might got it cheaper but damn sure they ain't got it better
30 better, somewhere tucked tight, behind a supreme sweater

Shred a nigga, really about my cheese, point him to the shredder
Handful of niggas should've been in the blender for playin' with my cheddar