hood nigga for the record i don t give a fuck bitch trill nigga all i ever feared was the feds and i don t want no pussy if it don t come with no head that o g keep them young boys in a daze they ll shoot you in your head and leave your ass for dead they better stay in they lane they don t wanna collide with me and free my nigga lil d he cooked them pies for me shout out to my brother buck he ll ride for me got a hood bitch who ll take the stand she ll lie for me and they finally bout to free my nigga tubby he been gone for some summer shit and i ain t even frontin and all he ever wanted was a pocket full of money and a bitch who got a fat ass who down to match his hustle man this shit get ugly in the gutter where killers totin them choppers and them niggas sellin bundles my homie barely seen his father he been workin doubles and chasin after them bitches that s a cold motherfucker and i m just tryin stay safe and stay humble while cleanin this dirty money they can t knock a nigga hustle i always spoke my mind i ain t ever wear no muzzle and even that bitch katrina couldn t wash away my troubles but i m just tryin ball like the rucker better yet fuck that i m tryin ball like i m russell a buck fifty soaking wet still flexin my muscle gettin paid my money talkin that s word to chris tucker i buy a whole pound and let it burn like usher break down a whole brick bag it up and straight pump it let my girl count my money that s some player shit for ya i toss a few hundred to my doja that s my runner shorty a true rebel he ll shoot your ass in public for the low price or for free he don t give a fuck bout no karma ain t ever had no job he ain t ever had no diploma unless you talkin the block he made some money on the corner he had the hood on fire he a hot boy and i ain t nothin like them rappers who be lyin boy my nigga black had a plug on them glocks boy if you a fuck boy then stay the fuck up off my block boy clockin boy had that traffic comin non stop boy trappin boy even my trap gear was straight fly boy free my dog hamp ain t seen him in a long time boy damn dog this street shit done made me out a man dog remember gettin jumped i held my ground still ain t ran dog damn dog gunshot s ringin another man down pimp shit talk a bitch straight up out her pants fly shit clean nigga never on that bum shit she ain t tryin to fuck then get the fuck up out my truck bitch hood nigga for the record i don t give a fuck bitch whole hood we some hot niggas my nigga milly mill we some hot niggas my cousin we some hot niggas my brother we some hot niggas my nigga t stone we some hot niggas my nigga super stan we some hot niggas my cousin lil chris we some hot niggas on some 31st shit we some hot niggas fly shit clean nigga never on that bum shit she ain t tryin to fuck then get the fuck up out my truck bitch hood nigga for the record i don t give a fuck bitch whole hood we some hot niggas2