[Intro: Doe Boy & KEY!]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Beezy
Woah, Kenny!
[Chorus]
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face (let's go)
[Verse 1]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be on [?] Ave. soon
I gotta grab my gun before my day begin
'Cause I need it when I kick it with my thug ass friends
Got a .50 in his clip, he think he slidin' down this bitch
Think he slidin', must ain't never thought 'bout dyin' 'round this bitch
I was twelve years old tryna ride for the clique
I just told your hoe I loved her, I was lyin' to your bitch (oh, really?)
You can't ask about no Beezy, they will tell you he blow
Cops question 'bout a murder, yeah, they swear I know
Young n***a on the block tryna sell me a pole
Lil Mike J tryna sell a gun he just stole
[Chorus]
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe (let's go)
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (oh really)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face (let's go)
[Verse 2]
You think he gangta but he pussy, no, your man's not with it
Safe figures spot a couple hundred bands locked in it
Yellow tape on the block, yeah, headshot did it
N***a rolled his window down, then his head dropped with it
Bald lil n***a, and I barely don't listen
Let you cuff the bitch, I just fuck and go missing
RBMG, bitch, we play with extensions
Only time my card was pulled when I was playing in prison (no cap)
Yeah, them boys in the hood, they think they hard
'Til you catch 'em outside, leave 'em dead in the yard
When I pull up with that choppa, I ain't playin' at all
Shouldn't o' tried to be a gangsta, shoulda kept playin' ball (oh, really?)
[Chorus]
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face
[Outro]
(Boys in the hood, they always hard)
Let's go
