InaHood (feat. Ace Cino)

Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? Nigga said he gon' smoke me, bitch, I'm in the hood Big ass pole on me, wish a nigga would Smoke, bitch, it come for free, put 'em in the wood Everything froze on me, bitch, I'm living good Tell that bitch, "Don't say shit," I ain't ask you Fuck, then I call her a Lyft, bitch, I'm that dude I'd hit her best fried too, yeah, I'm that rude Tell these niggas catch up, I done passed you All these niggas that I'm with, they'll smoke you All these bitches gettin' hit, I done told you Big ass 40s on my hip, I'll blow you Nigga, you a whole ass bitch, I expose you I was tryna hit niggas blocks, they was never out Lil' nigga stay in school, take a better route Prayin' to the whip with this faith, hit a nigga house Whole lotta juice in my cup like I'm in the south Landlord on a nigga block, I'll kick 'em out We'll slide up late night, see what you about Bitch didn't even see my bed, hit her on the couch I was just tryna get the head, put it in her mouth All these niggas ride dick, they're some homos I'll bounce out of the whip with the .44 Everything foreign, lil' bitch, ain't no low-low Everything fabo', bitch, like I'm Loso Heard niggas talkin' on the 'Gram like they need that We'll pop up, we don't give niggas feedback Puttin' hoes down, I'm just tryna get my cheese back Blue face hundreds, I'm just tryna let my cheese stack All this gold on me, bitch, I'm bust down All these hoes on me 'cause I'm up now Six rings, three plus three, that's a touchdown Remember she was hot in school, she's a bum now Bitch says she gon' blow me while I smoke a wood Hundred dollar steaks with the lobster, I be eatin' good When I move to Beverly Hills, I'ma keep it hood Skrrt down Slauson, R.I.P. Neighborhood Bullets get to hittin' like the motherfuckin' drum kickin' Beef with Ci-Ci, at least one deaf bum wit' it Beef with Ci-Ci, y'all niggas better bome with it This shit period, so you know I'm 'bout to run with it These niggas couldn't stop me if they tried to Slide down a pussy nigga block like the drive through Oh, that's yo' bitch? I've been fuckin' like she mine too Who told you you was real? Y'all been lied to I keep packin' in a mansion, got a hundred bitches dancin' Got a hunnid different choppas and a hunnid different hands Got a hunnid different hustles, made a hunnid different bands And they know I'm with the mafia, they know just who I am I know they don't wanna see us on top Ball me Ci-Diddy 'cause you know a nigga won't stop Me and Suspect makin' these bitches jaw drop Found a three of red, now I need me a small pop I'll never change up, R-G-S the motherfuckin' mafia, their favorite The shit that these lil' niggas rap 'bout made up I'd never throw in the towel, niggas gave up They couldn't make a lay up She make her ass move when she stand still Bro said I could run it up out in Nashville Young blood snort everythin' but Advils Grippin' on this bitch, I don't need one ad-lib Where the Percs? I need a dose, pour the drank, make a toast Yo' bitch wanna give me throat, she gotta eat my bitch first I'm the illest on this earth, all these tats, fuck a shirt Real gotta shit, I really got it out the dirt