Lyrics

[Intro] Put yo hood up Is it rough? Is it tough? (hell yeah) Is it, Is it, Is it tough? Is it rough? Put yo hood up Is it rough? Is it tough? Smoked out Loced out, ridin' with the pistol Put yo hood up Is it rough? Is it tough? (hell yeah) Is it, Is it, Is it tough? Is it rough? Put yo hood up Is it rough? Is it tough? (hell yeah) Is it, Is it, Is it tough? Is it rough? [Verse 1: Southside Hoodlum] Bitch, I came in on the low (sh-,sh-) Sippin' drank then I'm gone (bit-,bit-) Got that dope made of gold Got my .30 with a pole I'm up early gettin dough [Verse 2: Doeman] Ay bitch, we workin' gettin' dough Found my purpose and my soul My little Vato slingin' ice That means he's workin' in the cold I fuck with boujee bitches, look not sluts Look business owners look not bums And these pussies talkin' reckless Bitch it's Texas we all got guns [Verse 3: Southside Hoodlum & Doeman] (sh-,sh-) I'm outside til' the day come (sh-,sh-) Prayin' they gon' say som' Before Hood and Dodi gon' spray some Woo Southside boys done came up Woo from the cradle to the grave cuz (Smoked out Loced out, ridin' with the pistol) Never change, when my change up [Verse 4: Southside Hoodlum] Bitch, I'm on stressin' Bitch, I'm on drink I ain't stressin' Shit I got my- Potato on my weapon (shi-,shi-) Bitch you runnin' when we steppin' [Verse 5: Doeman] Ay bitch, we mobbin' down in Texas Got the top bent on my Lexus Got them swangers on the drop I bet that DYNA on my necklace [Verse 6: Southside Hoodlum] Slidin' in your section Bounce back, way back, Southside say that Outsider, way back, we can't go way back Shit, hole in your wave cap, South I'm where the wave at, big body bitch Imma swang that AKs and choppers gon' spray that [Verse 7: Doeman] Studied the business and move like a boss does And they slept on me til' I bossed up With a hundred Vato's and we all tough If you cross the line, get your dawg touched I'm the boss and the orchestrator Wasn't nothing handed, I had to go in take it I've been ballin' out like I'm Kobe Laker Had to show these pussies I'm the fuckin' greatest Look Machiavelli get the bag steady Fuck a record deal we get the bag already Before rap I was the man already Put a black Benz on them black Pirelli's Junior high I had four bitches Now the pockets flushed with the gold digits Little tight pussy got the gold in it You ain't movin' like Doe pimpin' On the gang [Outro] Put yo hood up Is it rough? Is it tough? (hell yeah) Is it, Is it, Is it tough? Is it rough? Put yo hood up Is it rough? Is it tough? Smoked out Loced out, ridin' with the pistol