Lil Gotit - Da Real HoodBabies lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gotit & Uncle Luke] B-B-Bankroll Got It Uh D-D-D-Don't stop Gotit [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Uncle Luke] H-O-O-D (Huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby) I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one), b**h, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted) I laced it up (Uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get a check) Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah) Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom), talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip Natural big booty b**h, you thought it wasn't real (Damn), p**y tastin' like Candy, I caught her at Phipps (Let's go) Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (No), superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status) Keep sh** trill, boy, you ain't real, everything goin' up like a motherf**in' hill (D-D-D-Don't stop) [Verse 1: Lil Gotit & Uncle Luke] Hit it from the front, then I'm grabbin' on her neck (Uh) Nutted on her face, yeah, Gotit left a mess (Uh) Know she let the sh** drip down to her chest (Uh, uh) b**h, I want Ms, I ain't talkin' 'bout necks (Let's go) Do one king, then it's on to the next (To what) They askin' who strechin' sh**, come get stretched (Me) Too high, havin' Percocet, gon' balance it (Uh) Got a bag, move out the hood to Buckhead (What) It's show, Rio hit my phone like- (They up) "Bro, what the hell?" Fat, geeked up, smokin' cookies What the hell? These n***as ain't nothin' but some rookies (Huh) They say I ain't a k**er, lil' n***a, just push me (Woah) AMG Benz geeked up, it's pushin' (Skrt) Stickin' to the T, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pusha Cut the cap talk, I'ma cut it with sugar (D-D-D-Don't stop) Smoke Backwoods, we don't want no Swishers (Ah) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] H-O-O-D (Huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby) I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one), b**h, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted) I laced it up (Uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get a check) Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah) Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom), talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip Natural big booty b**h, you thought it wasn't real (Damn), p**y tastin' like Candy, I caught her at Phipp's (Let's go) Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (No), superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status) Keep sh** trill, boy, you ain't real, everything goin' up like a motherf**in' hill (Talk to 'em) [Verse 2: Lil Gotit & Uncle Luke] He tried to run off, but the boy got caught (Brr) Pushed up where he stay, yeah, his block got chopped (Skrt) Ratatatat, make the boy walk it out (Ratatatat) He talk to the boys, cut his tongue out his mouth (Shh) Deebo, but we ain't talkin' Friday (Deebo) Hands down, our racks up, I been knocked him out Chanel shoes, I'm a tight jean-wearin' a** n***a (D-D-D-Don't stop) I f**ed around and copped out Go rock out shows now (Rock) How many hoes now? How many fake a** n***as say they roll, yeah? But they told, yeah (Yeah) Gucci ain't racist, I still rock their clothes, yeah (Talk to 'em) Wrist on froze, yeah (Wrist) Pedicure Gotit, I show my toes now (Pedicure, ayy) Show up and show out (Let's go) How many more memes? b**h, I ain't green (Yeah) "Do you want a perc?" Hell yeah, that's me (Oh yeah) b**h, I'm the baby, Hood Baby, yeah, the king (Huh) Rockstar Gotit, got cuts on my jeans (Huh) They b**h so lit, she pop her bean (Uh) How many haters this sh** gon' bring? (Yeah) sh**, how many more n***as' act gon' change? (Talk to 'em) b**h, I'll probably ever wear, just check the page (b**h) (D-D-D-Don't stop) [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Uncle Luke] H-O-O-D (Huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby) I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one), b**h, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted) I laced it up (Uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get a check) Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah) Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom), talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip Natural big booty b**h, you thought it wasn't real (Damn), p**y tastin' like Candy, I caught her at Phipp's (Let's go) Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (No), superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status) Keep sh** trill, boy, you ain't real, everything goin' up like a motherf**in' hill (D-D-D-Don't stop)