Hood Ballad

[Intro] RBE X SOB that's the gang [Verse 1: Yhung T.O.] Oh, oh, oh I can't stop hittin' licks, I'm addicted (I'm addicted) Can't stop totin' the stick, I can't risk it (I can't risk it) I can't stop ridin' round wit' extensions (extensions) Doin' 50 in this coupe on a mission (on a mission) Now I gotta walk around wit' like ten bands on me (on me) Last time I spring ten still had ten on me I got my family and my bitch that depend on me Rollin' around wit' this chop hope you prayin' for me All these niggas want me dead I got red on me (I got red on me) Put a beam on my Glock he got red on him (red on him) But every time I see niggas they ain't sayin' nothin' I got some niggas in the Rich who be head huntin' (head huntin') Leave a nigga where he stand, bloody (stand, bloody) And I been dead broke but not dead ugly 'Cause when we slidin' on yo' block it get dead ugly Lil' brother squeeze that Glock 'til it jam for me I ran up these bands and got brains (brains) When I got that call I just fainted (fainted) They don't ever know it's real 'til we aim After I hit a nigga up I get faded These niggas ain't never cared about me 'til I made it ('til I made it) Niggas only hung around me 'til it got dangerous (dangerous) Give this fame for my niggas I would trade it And we gon' keep this trap lit 'til they raid it Up this chop make you famous Fuck you and them niggas that you hang wit' And you can die wit' them niggas that you gang wit' Where I'm from we don't got it so we take shit Speakin' on that gang you a dead man (dead man) Nigga fuck yo' dead family and yo' dead friends Nigga we wit' all that shit if you ain't know it Twenty thousand on my kick it got me frozen [Verse 2: Slimmy B] You ain't never seen a hundred grand Better yet, you ain't never seen a fuckin' band (broke nigga) For this life a nigga had to take a chance All these fuckin' diamonds, ain't got shit to do but dance Got a mind of a maniac like Boosie (like I'm Boosie) This life a nigga live is a movie (is a movie) Bust down, paid $850 for these Gucci's You a grown man livin' wit' yo' mama, yo' ass Pookie Bein' broke was gettin' old I had to run it up Got thirty in my pocket plus it's thirty tucked If it ain't thirty bands or better gang ain't showin up Don't get yo' ass laid down for shit you throwin' up Fuckin' wit' them suckas got him tagged up (got 'em tagged up) Chuck ten at the bitch then she facted up Niggas want me knocked down so I'm gassed up And let a nigga reach for this chain, I'ma act up Bitch [Verse 3: DaBoii] He ain't wit' all that shit he say he 'bout all in them songs What you gon' do? We take the trip to go bounce on yo' dog You ain't got nothin' to do wit' that, boy you sound like a fraud Thick bitch come over here, make it bounce in your thong Can't give out my trust no more Got some lead up in the clip this shit'll touch yo' soul Niggas got they hand outs when I'm the one they owe And every time I'm on the mic I make 'em go take notes Nigga we wit' all the shit, like the bubble guts Say I look like my pops, I'm like I barely even know a bruh Ho ass nigga, I can't wait to pull a whole one Why put you on some game when you the type who wouldn't soak it up? And I ain't even at the top but I'm headed for it How long you been up on yo' ass? You need a medal for it And when they leach and you condone it they gon' beg for more And nigga life a game of chess, this ain't no checker board [Verse 4: Lul G] Fuck around and lost my mind wit' all these demons in me Fuck, fuckin' on that bitch tryna fuck on my glizzy All this bud and this Henny I'ma need a kidney Still function off these drugs, hope a nigga tempt me I won't leave the house without it like it's stuck to me Niggas mad, up in they feelin's, they can't fuck wit' me Niggas fakes and niggas snakes, I don't trust many First nigga shootin', fuck duckin', watch me dump 50 Fuck yo' patna, poppin' up at nigga's candle lights Mandatory wit' that chop, like Miranda rights Ooh shit, I meant Miranda Rights I don't cooperate wit' law I keep my hammer tight Rollie on me, bust down, watch me drown they ass Forty bands on me soft, bitch I paid in cash Prayin' on my downfall got these niggas mad He ain't want these shots, Worldstar, we had to beat his ass Nigga