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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Hood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Grant
Lyrics
Cameron Jackson Howell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wiseguy
Producer
Texty
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Fuck these **** talkin' 'bout
**** can't fuck with a picture of me, ****
Six up on you, bring the wild, ****, move, bitch (Phew, phew, phew)
(And they gone)
House by the ocean, uh, everybody strapped in this bitch, keep it cultured, uh (Keep it cultured)
Ridin' in the lowest (Lowest), hit the gas on a bitch, watch it get to floatin' (Skrrt)
Get this bitch rollin' (Rollin'), uh, everybody know I got dope for promotion, uh (I got dope, ****)
Big racks on me (Big racks), uh, make a bad bitch come bust the pussy open, uh (Bust it open, bitch)
Rollin' the shit out this dope (Roll the dope), uh, fuckin' the shit out his ho, uh (Out this ho)
I made a name off the 'bows (Off the 'bows), uh, I don't give a fuck 'bout no show, uh (Don't give a fuck)
I got a big pot of gold (Big pot), uh, make a bitch chase the rainbow, uh (Chase around)
I'ma just stick to the code (Stick to it), uh, most of these rap **** hoes (Uh)
Don't make me expose you, I know you a bitch (A bitch)
I'm gettin' this money, it's like a six-six (A six-six)
Got a thing for some racks and that's not even your shit (Not it)
Diss me on the track, find his ass in a ditch (Ditch)
I still ball hard in the game with a swish (Glitch)
I feel like my granny, this Glock got a switch (Get up)
Give a fuck he a killer, he still can get get killed (Yeah)
Give a fuck if I owe him, I'm still buyin' rit (Woo)
Ran off with his pack, ****, you ain't gettin' shit (****, what?)
Hit the mall and I'm ballin', gon' spend all this shit (All of it)
Give a fuck 'bout a rapper, you look like a lick (Look like a lick)
I can't leave out the trenches, got richer off the brick (I did)
Tryna fuck my opps baby mama (Sorry)
Still eat Ramen noodles, don't like calamari (I don't like that shit)
Makin' plays in the trap like we playin' Atari (Fuck that)
Ol' hood-ass ****, hundred 'bows in the Taurus (Uh)
Ran up a money bag, hold it like Ari (Hold it up)
Makin' juggs in the jungle, my hood a safari (Jugg)
In a 488, never seen a Ferrari (Skrrt)
Tryna roll up some opp, call me Hood Bob Marley (Smoke in your hand)
Surrounded by angels, I feel like I'm Charlie (Too early, ****)
Stretchin' that dope, so I don't catch a charge (Stretchin' that shit)
Give a fuck 'bout this rap, I'ma be rich, ****, regardless
'Bout to charge him for boxes, we lookin' for Tory (Where he at?)
House by the ocean (Uh), everybody strapped in this bitch, keep it cultured, uh (Keep it cultured, bro)
Ridin' in the lowest (Ridin' in the lowest), hit the gas on a bitch, watch it get to floatin' (Watch it)
Get this bitch rollin' (Rollin' dope), uh, everybody know I got dope for promotion, uh (I got dope on me)
Big racks on me (Big racks), uh, make a bad bitch come bust the pussy open, uh (Bust it open, bitch)
Rollin' the shit out this dope (I'ma roll it), uh, fuckin' the shit out his ho, uh (From the back)
I made a name off the 'bows (Off the 'bows), uh, I don't give a fuck 'bout no show, uh (I don't give a fuck)
I got a big pot of gold (Big pot, ****), uh, make a bitch chase the rainbow, uh (Chase around, bitch)
I'ma just stick to the code (I'ma sick to it), uh, most of these rap **** hoes (Uh)
Headshot, dead opp, real shotta, lookin' for bomboclat (Bitch)
Don't shoot up the house, you wait 'til he come out (Yeah)
I was fuckin' his BM, now I got the drop (I got it up)
They hopin' I flop, how I'ma do that? (How?) I know how to turn a zip into a block (Zip)
Ten 'bows sold for seventeen, feel like I'm 'Wop ('Wop)
Think my uncle my daddy, ain't shit like my pops (He ain't)
And the pig actin' porky, hit him with the chop' (Baow)
Knocked that boy out his shoes, he died in his sock (Ooh)
We can put down the gun, get your ass mighty-wide (Bitch)
I know all these hoes go, so I'm poppin' they top (Come here, bitch)
I'm a country lil' boy, but grew up in the city (Brr)
Runnin' out to the crib, I got Sun Dally with me (Every time)
From the East to the West, I'm with all of the devils (Uh)
Used to be a hot as hell, smokin' wax with a killer (On God)
Give a fuck he the richest lil' boy, I'm the richest (Bitch)
Hit the 'bows and run through them hoes like I was Hemus
My lil' bae want a body, give a fuck 'bout a semi (Get him out)
Watch him jump out the car and make sure that he finished (Boom, boom, boom)
Ain't that white boy Dennis, but, bitch, he a menace (Yeah)
Outside every day, I got perfect attendance (Outside)
I'm the greatest dope creeper, I live with the gremlins (Yeah)
Makin' sells like Popeye, I'm known for the spinach (Hood)
House by the ocean (Uh), everybody strapped in this bitch, keep it cultured (Keep it cultured, bro, bro)
Ridin' in the lowest (Ridin' in the lowest), hit the gas on a bitch, watch it get to floatin' (Skrrt)
Get this bitch rollin' (Rollin' dope), uh, everybody know I got dope for promotion, uh (Right now, ****)
Big racks on me (Big racks), uh, make a bad bitch come bust the pussy open, uh (Bust it open, bitch)
Rollin' the shit out this dope (I'ma roll it), uh, fuckin' the shit out his ho, uh (From the back, ****)
I made a name off the 'bows (Off the 'bows), uh, I don't give a fuck 'bout no show, uh (Give a fuck)
I got a big pot of gold (Big pot), uh, make a bitch chase the rainbow, uh (Leprechaun)
I'ma just stick to the code (I'ma sick to it), uh, most of these rap **** hoes (Uh)
Written by: Byron Grant, Cameron Jackson Howell