Da Hood Cypher

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Deetranada] Yeah, ay Wow, people mad for what? 'Cause the kitty immaculate Check you and your crew And have you wake like, 'What happened?' Bro, nobody on my level They can't even reach the ladder What's the matter? I'm the shawty with the rings Out this world, call me [??] Old broad want beef, that's suicide Caught up in your lines, that's a Houston die You Whitney? [??] don't know, watch me aim right for the kitties Why the runners? If you a rapper, when I come around, you mini Have that work like I'm moving, got a long clip I be jogging around that mat like a long lip Like I said, since I be making it [??] can the rapping [??] It's obvious in music 'cause [??] them I'm leggin and they having it Boom, head shot, idea Where your bed at? Move along, IKEA Not Genuwine, mess around Aliyah Wow, then I make you lean like Pisa It's evident I'm excellent I had to set the precedent I usually go harder I'm just showing feature etiquette I settle the kettle talking I'm black and [??] No, I'm black and white Could you tell I ain't the childhood girl Super cralifragilistic when I touch down Flew to Cali 'cause I haven't seen enough town I'm the youngest queen in charge here, the what now Why you think my name is diamond, 'cause I'm bust down [Verse 2: BoxCheck Marty] Damn BoxCheck, is y'all ready? (damn) Cash fall like confetti (damn) Good fellon, no [??] See Wu waters like jetskis I'ma need you to cut that check please If not, they gon' let that tec squeeze New Wraith when we drive Or Teetar bird when that jet leave Balmain, Balenciaga, almighty my breezy Prada Nigga we flyer, now we higher Fuck niggas need to retire Audacity to ask me if I'd ever failed, these niggas I'ma real live nigga, I'm known from the diesel No Shaq, I should kill these niggas (damn) BoxCheck, we in here, boy, I don't really think y'all ready (damn) Four or five cops, nigga, one damn shot turn your right hand and brain spaghtti Get me? I don't just rap, boy, I live this shit Eleven in the feds, I done did that bitch The ZLS, [??] did that whip Before she [??], I'ma did that bitch (god damn) [Verse 3: Chrissy Stayhigh] Chrissy Stayhigh Sosafina you bitch I'm a Baltimore baby I ball out the gym Had to bust down my wrist, I'm just glad I can swim Tell these bitches don't test me, I ain't bring my pen I do more than just pray with these hands when I sin Pop the heads off you barbies, tryna toy with my kin (Ken) When my bitches, wan (want - to) pop out, we hop in the Benz Same hoes used to talk down, tryn hop in the pic I... hit the button, sit the roof down Litty Chrissy bring the moon out Umm.. niggas iffy, Ion (I don't) do clout Sticky icky piffy, in my spliffy, got me glued down Shady shaky shifty, you ain't with me, gah (got-to) move round Lor (= Lil) baby, play the fifty, then the bittie getting chewed out I feel like I'm Izzy Band Huntin' all these blues now Chrissy little and she pretty, but she bring them goons out 'Cause I'm dragging out this coochie No excuse me, you heard me? And if lor (=Lil) shordy actin' boujee, she can fly with the birdies I got a pocket full of loose leaf but you know my shoes dirty And you won't see a nigga juice me 'cause I never been thirsty Umm... you rappers is trash, you get tossed out Name ringing bells, they wan (want- to) call now? Same ones that prayed on my downfall Act like they glad I ain't fall down [Verse 4: Starrz] I'm ready Repping my trap in remarkable fasion Y'all capping for clicks and a caption reaction Parting my passion, I'm sick of distractions Parting my dragon, I'm smoking, you matching? No competition, bitch, don't get me laughing I'm from a place where you're hooping or flagging I'm form a place where the asses are fake 'cause they rather have asses instead of a face (woo) Michael Jackson flow, bitch, I been bad Thought I might fail, bad bitches in the gym class I'm the present, they should put me in a gift bag Most of y'all washed, they should put you in a gym bag Gimmicks, pushing as a riff raff Top 5, 10, I do it with no pen pad Professional, projection flow, I'm over heads I kill careers, just hold your head I kill punani, just hold your legs They kill the witness if he told the feds They tie your mama and they hold your kids They send the ransom, better sent the bread No freestyling when they off their heads (sheesh) That's the truth, no capping in it She's on her kneeds, she's Caperknicking I got the head, I chopped the chicken But it all makes sense, she say I'm finger licking Wait, you see it all, but nobody knows You'll get a hit but then it's adios So I write every verse like I'ma body Los I write every verse like it's a bad of dope, a line of coke, a knife to poke, a throat to choke, a gun to tote, a blunt to smoke, a ass to stroke Motherfucker, I'm these rappers hope (haa) Visionary, scary hardest Cold as Ben & Jerry Bury me with greener faces, that's the Jim Carey Brent Barry, unexpected shooters Nothing free, I need that check to do it Bitch I'm nice, you better check the music Let me say this so you don't confuse it I'm the best that's living 'till they come and shoot me (god damn)