(Hook)
I’mma stay hood ‘till the day that I die
Yeah - ‘till the day that I die
I’mma twist this weed, my n***a, let’s get high
Yeah…
I said I’mma stay motherf**in’ hood ‘till the day that I die
Phantom, ghost, no wheels, n***a, that’s just how I ride
I come from the hood where you don’t testify
Take murder with no tears off in your f**in’ eyes
(Verse 1: Waka Flocka)
All my n***as ride, where I come from, ain’t gon’ feel ones, n***a
f** you thinkin’?
Have a f** boy Pacquiao plankin’
‘Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin’
50K for a show, no poppin’
Spit izzle to a dumb b**h ears
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Broke n***as can’t talk like this
Rolex on my main b**h wrist
Blood bottoms on a young n***a boots
Looks like I just stomped a n***a out
Get your man down, n***a, lights out
Shoot at your a** with that mouthin’ about
He ain’t talk no more, what’s happening?
Outside your mama house, what’s crackin’?
Poppin’ mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin
Geeked up, pull up, hyena laughin’
Them boys ain’t real, stop actin’ like us
In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust
I’m the only motherf**er that I really trust
In a bad b**h’s guts – always
Countin’ money like always
Gettin’ money from three-ways
I could never, ever see no rainy days
(Hook)
I’mma stay hood ‘till the day that I die
Yeah - ‘till the day that I die
I’mma twist this weed, my n***a, let’s get high
Yeah…
I said I’mma stay motherf**in’ hood ‘till the day that I die
Phantom, ghost, no wheels, n***a, that’s just how I ride
I come from the hood where you don’t testify
Take murder with no tears off in your f**in’ eyes
(Verse 2: Lil’ Wayne)
Hollygrove in this motherf**er
I’m tired of all these b**h n***as
These motherf**ers like Robitussin
I’m rollin’ up with my b**h, n***a
As a matter of fact, she roll it for me
Swisher Sweets, swish, n***a
Hit that sh** like an open jumper
Rest in peace Lil’ Beezy
I wish my n***a could see me now
Motherf**ers better king me
I’mma walk around wearin’ Jesus’ crown
These n***as just p**y
I’mma let that chopper eat ‘em out
Dead body in the bushes
Well, that’s a bush you don’t beat around
Beat your a** with my skateboard
Weed loud like you make noise
I’m on them trees like Akon
My cellphone goin’ napalm
Guns sound like ba** drums
Young Money, drum section
Psycho, ward, n***a - 1-7, Tunechi
(Hook)
I’mma stay hood ‘till the day that I die
Yeah - ‘till the day that I die
I’mma twist this weed, my n***a, let’s get high
Yeah…
I said I’mma stay motherf**in’ hood ‘till the day that I die
Phantom, ghost, no wheels, n***a, that’s just how I ride
I come from the hood where you don’t testify
Take murder with no tears off in your f**in’ eyes