Lyrics:
of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got
dam
Buckling up with the strap
Skudududududu brap lovely jubbly chap
Putting my hood on the map
Too many baps and still I go ham
Forget pepper spray
fill this shit up
Came from the hood so I don't give no fucks
You can't see that I got it but it's tucked
You wanna gamble nigga, try your luck
Shootin'
Richard Mill' gave my wrist frostbite
Stay in the traphouse, trappin' in all white (all white)
Dubai Ferarri, we ain't choppin' at the red light
out an army
Baby, it's raining and storming
Still in the hood and I ride with the pointer
For years
I feel like I'm going through torment
I get a hot
with the streets
Fell in love with lil shawty
Then i caught a case
I been laying low
I been staying out the way
I been focused
Gotta maintain
Lawyer say
the-the-the O, the P the E
Riding clean, the G the L, it's 63
Ooh-wee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me
Yung north S-I-D-E, W-E-T bitch
Yeah
come to whacking niggas I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn't claim the hood
up in his arms
I was blinded by his charm and I couldn't see
Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good,
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So
It's
It's
Its 007
007
007 Huh
It's 007 Huh
You see
I don't play no games
You see this red all on my body bitch
This Nine Trey what I'm fucking with
in the back with them triggers
When I get a M3, tuning the fuck out it nigga
Turn off my traction, I'm gon' slide
I'm by myself, I don't even be riding
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
the motor, got the hood broke
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Riding through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil
nigga, can't even open a jar
That bitch sucked my
Run down on that nigga, catch 'em
That lil boy shirt red
Not talkin' bout ketchup
Nigga you poor go get
NC
Come on
Nigga come on
Ayyyyeee On hood
Come on
Tell me
Have you ever seen a dead body
Caught him by surprise
He didn't even get to holla
Take
block
You ain't from my hood you might get popped
Screens fo's with them fo's on chop
I'm flipping drop with invisible top
Ho's bop when my drop steps by
Big steppa'
Stack it up and make it double flip
Big chedda'
Catch me riding round in the Benz
Red leather
Diamonds dancing all around my neck with no
dig? (Catch up nigga)
Uh, riding 'round smoking dead
Opps, dead opps, dead opps
(Free lil' Timmy)
Hahaha, all I smoke is dead opps (Pussy)
Bitch-ass boy
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga, you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never
with the clique like
She begging for this dick like
I'm the one your bitch like
You been riding on my wave lil nigga that's Like Mike
Underground aint
the lights to red because we gonna sin
Pressing on your neck until you're sufferin'
And I just wanna bite it good
I'm a dog, you can be my red riding hood
You
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