Hoodmorning

[Hook]

Hood morning (x4)

[Verse 1]

No motherfuckin' typo

That's like Westside, Compton with no psychos

That's like Beverly Hills with no lipo

Fuck around and jack some, five- no Michael

Hello, a hundred thousand in the mattresses

Im Hollywood, yeah, I only fuck actresses

I'm in Cannes, France

You don't know where that shit is

SLR, thats where the ratchet is

Im in the Amber Rose rolls with Amber Rose hoes

Sorry Wiz, thats how the rap shit is

You can take it as a shot or free promo

But everybody in this motherfucker know I'm loco

Aaron Rogers aim, knock the man off your polo

Used to scare the shit out you niggas with my old flow

Post-documentary, Comptons most wanted

Finish you off like this Corona while I'm yawning

Finish you off like this Corona while I'm yawning

And roll up that OG kush, like motherfucker

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Me and Skee been doing this

Y'all had Snoop

I'll put the Piru in this

Look at all these fake ass bloods trying to ruin it

Everything red down to the 'Ye Louis kicks

And who is this?

With the all red crucifix

Navy blue Cardinals fitted, I'm a lunatic

Flow like the uzi spit

Hoppin' out the newest shit

Windows down, disturbin' the peace!

Bitch, I'm Ludacris

Used to be on the block moving rocks from 2 to 6

Jimmy Iovine money, I'm eatin' on some Jewish shit

Whips transform, Shia Lebouf my newest shit

Carmelo yellow Camaro 22's

And If a nigga run up, I'mma fuck dun up

I son your new rap niggas, I Peter Gun you

[Break]

West coast niggas got crazy game

When you get off the plane

Better guard your chain

Man fuck this shit

Mars tell these motherfuckers

[Hook]