Waka Flocka Flame - Stay Hood lyrics

(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 sponsored links 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