Lyrics:
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
bastards (What's hood nigga
Get fucked up and then blasted)
Mess around, might catch these slugs
Don't put me in them caskets
(Down south you call them
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
to show you how a real hood ride
Mayne
Switch it in and out, go for the second lane
Me and my homeboys do
So many different things
Some love to pimp,
nigga (Boyz N Da Hood nigga) (In Da Hood nigga)
As we proceed (As we proceed) (As we proceed)
To give y'all what y'all need (To give y'all what y'all
want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my
tryna get rich
So why would I give af about a bitch
Same hood same clique
Meanwhile you on the fence
Making yo grandmother proud cuz you nigga love
You wouldn't want me to unleash
The Horseman in me
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7, 6,
I got obama runtz in the ash tray (Obama)
Smoking gotti like it’s back to my past name (John gotti)
Star gotti take me back to my pass ways (Star g)
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
the way to Ventura
But I was in Los Angeles
And you don't even know boy
Three hour ride
But it was cool that's fasho
All i had to do
Was turn back
niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops
Why should I lie,
ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone
Sittin' back laughin' in the chronic zone
Clown me ya gone
Surround me it's on
And it's the same old song
For fuckin with my wealth
And it'll catch on
'cause if it don't it's on
And 'cause I ain't even slippin when I'm all alone
Sittin back laughin' in
Tryna write of them scams on yo tax
I'm a boss, so I'm minding my business
Need to follow in the footsteps of these Christians
Just a hood chic, rich
[Chorus]
Neighborhood supa stars
It's them boys with the candy sprayed on their cars [x4]
Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous
thru the hood in broad daylight i walk in the hood when its pitch black
Enjoy ya ride and sit back you vs me a mismatch
Lehigh ave all day every day so
Rip heights gotti sleep in peace bro
Yes she say struggle
Never really looked so good yes
And I been a star
Just didn't make it out the hood
Yet
I
specify how much they in the street and how much they wanna be street in they hood
Nigga, where I come from, you tryna get out the hood
That's
And I think we'll blow up like dynamite
Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city
You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties
We can stay in
holding the juice now
The Mafia Mami is
I got the chickens
The hood hottie, John Gotti's Victoria yuh
Clyde's Bonnie hoes tremble in my glory yuh yuh
MC yo I ain't neva been a biter
A real MC I got my hood on my back
Neva came to the block with a clap in my rap
No Murdering pill popping bullshit
the hood, really, really, really in the hood
Niggas like, "Gotti, what's good?"
The coupe two hunnid, nigga I be fuckin' up the money
And the drum really
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