Lyrics:
on the curve
Threw my head back fired up some herb
She asked me do you wanna come in
I said wait a minute woman
Who do you live with
She said I'm single, I don't
in my face
Don't tell me about shit I ain't really heard of
Bitch I'm a hood baby
Ain't no faking shit ,where the opposition really there
I couldn't do
Damn, I'll be good
Smokin' a wood in the back of the woods
But by the morning, I bet I'll be good
Not livin' my life wishin' I could
Damn, I'll be
fiends from Evans St. Park
Every hood, every city, and every ghetto place I've been
Reminds me of my days back in Lake Charles with my friends
Them days
you to be back
Back back back
You crazy me crazy, latina bonita so crazy
Tu me quiere yo te quiero con dinero o sin dinero
Mira mami te soy
at staying in doors
He lag at doing them chores
But the victim is the kid
That's going back and forth
Yo 'hommie threw some salt
You paid him back with wrong
old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be out yo mind
Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get
sideways
In the parks and streets - brothers keep dying
But I drop the back and let the sparks keep flyin'
My daddy wanted me to take the Dayton's off
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
Niggas always sayin they be cookin, where ya apron at
Niggas always claiming they be hood, till they tattletat
Never sold my soul to get ahead,
Me and my niggas go way back
Me and my niggas been getting stacks
Move it off the job back in the trap
Sitting in the club with ya bitch in my lap
me twisted said I’ll never drive a drop
So I
Got on my grind had to stack up a lot
If a
Nigga wanna plot
He can sleep in a box
And that’s on the Hood
about the truth
Trust in you cause you got my back
Pray that he bless these words I rap
Come & fill me with everything I lack
Tryna be like you imitate
Bad bitch on my dick
She Throw it back right
Imma still be that
Nigga in my next life
Call me up
Imma max out the cap right
Get that check
Get that
profiling
No shade while I’m getting my toes sucked
Big nigga on me call him cujo
I’m Hella petty and toxic like Pluto
Three tracks in the back we don’t do
Renaissance
Boys in the Hood, Menace, CB4, Set it Off
It was special then, we would represent
Hella bootlegs then yo 2 for $10
My favorite rappers yo they
trippen but them milfs gotta go
I grew up in the hood, ion think you really get it
See my mindset hella different, I be banging wit my digits
Cuz I get
A nigga just let off ten, I gotta clean my pole
Shit
The load just dropped in, I gotta swing my door
If I ain't selling out quick, I ain't getting back home
a eight at a snap
This shit got me takin' a nap
Had to come right back
Yo, homie, got side in the trap
Y'all niggas better stop lackin'
Old man had cars,
this
But they know they bust quick
Down to whoop a dog ass nigga like my name Vick
Pop yo hot shit just don't slide off in my lane bitch
The only time
It's that man again
Some people have heard of him as a hustler
Hell, hope live, really
Street life killed my daddy
Got my momma pregnant in the back
lived in the hood where I was known as
The kid who spent his summers in the suburbs
My dad was a military brat
And he would be around white
People back
on racks
I'm never wax on tracks
I switch the flow then take yo hoe
And yea I'm good on that
It's bout some dough its on the floor
And yea I'm hood on that
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