Lil Hood

Lyrics

[Intro] (Racks) Huh, yeah, yeah Watch out! Yeah, yeah [Verse] I'm still walking around in lil' hood It's the only thing make me feel good [ Pluggott [O] ,like wassup? (Wassup) So much weed that's around, like wassup? (Wassup) Wassup!? You out, like the ATM, bustin' (Bustin') Went outta town, had t] stick with my cousins We in the box, why these niggas musty? (Musty) We in the box, and your boyfriend real bummy It was nothing at first, he turned it into somethin Might/ [If I] Catch him down bad lackin I'm on that (Yeah) We was just fully on that My stick a Gen5, ain't no throwback You [whoo...'?] commercial, [?] [like throwback?] This bitch havin ass she might throw that Lil boof' had it first, and you know that Man how the hell niggas ain't know that? (Know that) I took nigga' picture like kodak He got too hot on that block, I [exploded??] [[Bridge] To my cup, I miss you, I really really wanna kiss you Open ya mind up, let me mix you (Mix you) You cried on my hand, nigga needеd a tissue (Tissue) I love you that way, еven though i tried diss' you (Diss you) I tried to say I wouldn't comeback, I'm here now (Here) Had to send him the cart, nigga can't even hear now [Fuckin with?] Boof' nigga, know that I've been down [Verse 2] Relax, I'm throwin send outs Like, what's your location, lil' baby gone send [out/that?] Thought I was regular, I'm at the penthouse Shawty can just chill with us if she not [pimped out?] I think I lost, my dog, the way I ran out, of [?] [Store runnin', man, he need him a lot?] Who woulda thought I'd trust bro, he's a barber I showed him the place where we lay the Glock's I gotta extended clip, on my Glock No nigga wan' fuck with us, it's a dead-end job Lil' bro said he want some munyun, funyun So I just gave him a job Them nigga's can't laugh bout nun-yun, nun-yun Cause they ain't get no guap I'm out celebrating, with nigga's that's gettin' it, and nigga's that's on top This bitch wanna get it, 'n get it, 'n get it, until a nigga can't stop She's thinkin', I'm with Bryson Tiller, and with all these niggas, I'm really, I'm not She think that I wrote this song, but this shit really off top I'm thinkin' I'm so alone, I'm paving the way, tryna die like [Lenin?] And I can't go out, no spendin' I walk in the bank, with plenty of Benji's Hey, I told that nigga "Get with me," yeah Yeah, yeah [Outro] (Je crois qu'apres avoir vu ca, on peut mourir tranquil)