Caine - Hoodlum lyrics

Verse 1 - Caine: I said I'm hoodied up and my pants low, man I'm on my hood sh** Shawty from the stuy that I'm f**in' that's my hood chick Sour kush and haze man my homies go that good sh** Sippin on that juice and gin (engine) nah that's really hood sh** Know real goons who did a bid they come home and still gang bang lock fingers they pop trigger they hit the block and they still slang See em' on the corner and they pushing white bro aight' so, know they got the flame like a pyro If you want beef it's a wrap like a gyro Never shot a gun, nor' do I need to Homies come though with the hawk or the eagle Six feet deep while your fetal leave you One clip gone just wait for the sequel BANG! Watch on my wrist cost some pesos Gucci round' my thighs cus' my trues I let em hang low. HOOK: I don't give a f** hold up imma hoodlum ACG'S pants sag imma' hooldum posted on the block with my homies imma' hoodlum I don't give a sh** mother f**a' imma hoodlum x2 Verse 2 20Smoove: Momma' told me to stay smart This street sh** you gotta' play parts Come through in that mini van, broad day let the K spark Fonto on my dick, but leave me alone it's just weed Half of these n***as' ain't seen the sh** that I seen n***as started me with 2 grams I threw that sh** on that beam Triple beams that dream I could buy a jag that's green In my pocket that thats cream gotta protect that sh** by all means And that means you gon lean Take a sniff you might feen Alrdy gangs' my team might get robbed but just don't scream I see that chain let me get that piece run up on that n***a with that desert eag and it go BANG..bang bang bang Like the gang I claim n***a behave might meet yo grave So dont be brave, smoove HOOK: I don't give a f** hold up imma hoodlum ACG'S pants sag imma' hooldum posted on the block with my homies imma' hoodlum I don't give a sh** mother f**a' imma hoodlum x2 Verse 3 Stumbles : I don't give a f** mother f**a' I'm a hoodlum I'm a christian but I don't f** with pork just like a m**m f** the d's f** the ds if you f** with the boys dont f** with me All my n***as dirty, all yo' n***as clean Told yo' b**h she not my lover call her billy jean Yeah, I call her billy jean They aint' about that life, they ain't about that life Nigas think they drug dealing cus' they bust a sale twice I was never soft, always handleed all my issues Yo' n***as pointing fingers, my n***as pointing pistols Heard they got his man now, homie tryna' blame me How rico say it? n***as die every day b! HOOK: I don't give a f** hold up imma hoodlum ACG'S pants sag imma' hooldum posted on the block with my homies imma' hoodlum I don't give a sh** mother f**a' imma hoodlum x2