The Hoodies - Belly lyrics

They know what's up now It's The Hoodies They could never stop us Ouuu, I put you next to something topless Ouuu, she said she love me cuz I'm worldwide Aye, it's hoodie gang and we the hottest out, blahh Imma put on a show You better around and comfy Catch me, I be making my way round I heard they want to run up, don't do that n***a Every time they hear me spitting they like who that n***a It's Cla** Hoodie Capo made my dream a reality f** the [?], I don't even want to make salaries Smashing the baddest Is prolly why these n***as is mad at me Muddy, muddy, f** all of yall n***as cuz we ain't buddy buddy All four, my pockets gonna be wild chunky Puff and skunky, I know that the hood love me We'll run down, we in the field This ain't rugby We fina slide, it's hammer time, you can't touch this Caught me doing my two step Slaying this beat I call that a suplex imma need two cribs, yeah that's a duplex Double that, I call that a quadruplex It's funny, i'm a hoodie But she gave the crew neck Two checks, imma need every blue script And the Hoodies next up, f** you thought Came through on my bully that's suit talk I smack rappers, that's that Murda Mook talk You in tune with the brand new, New York Dropped his top in the winter coat too talk, Poppa Got it from him show them how you talk Call me big poppa, I feel like i'm BI If it ain't about money, miss me with it like TI All the shorties gonna scream PAPI Kick it with your girl Look to play FiFA Catch me with a darkskinned Mami you a blalinqua And my diamonds shine They could give you pink eye Yeah, and my Diddy bob spectacular All you do is catching up to me since you staring her Always flea, flashing lights like a camera Altar hook Yow Mein handler Yes that you fancy But I'm really fancier Cla** gone body this and I'm gone bury ya, boom, boom And I could get low with it Call your girl Cali Cuz she wanna roll with it All you dudes the same Guess i'm just so different If it's about some work, you know i'm gonna roll with it Young Poppa, the top shotta Don da da Act up like your baby momma Violate me? Cla** put you in a trauma I been buzzing like a hornet, that's [?] She follow my every step Called her walker You make threats on the internet You a talker My hoodies are popped out Come through where Chunky is Swing right past the building like Peter Parker Try to get extra cheese, that's a piece of topping Yeah they watching us From now on I'm Poppadopalous Brand new, New York That's a fact boy It's the Hoodies NYC, we back boy And I'm the same old pimp Cla** You know ain't nothing changed buy my limp Big duo, I'm the Glove, he the Kemp Look down at my wrist, equivalence to your rent I remember being broke with a pocket full of lent I'm wilder than a telly with a bed full of clips She realler cuz they can't see through the tits That's the brothers with the brothers D block in whip I get around, said step up, put your bread out n***as said they want to get up so let's go head up If you hit me about the cheddar, I'll do whatever I don't care about the weather, it's hoodie season forever Hoodie gang Yeah, and it don't stop New york and it don't stop And it don't stop Right Hoodie gang