"Hood Famous" lyrics
Moraculous
See
I'm the type to break the bag up off a bitch
And you're the type to go and brag about you hit
Shit, I ain't rap until I walked in with a stick
I'm not Shilano with a pussy, I just knocked her off the shit
And granny shit like where the wock', I'm sick of tris
Before the mic was hella famous off of skits
I knocked the bitch right after asking for a pic
And if he living then he lucky or just wasn't on the list
'Cause we gon' do it up for sure if we start bustin'
Get off and do it, and quit with all that fussin'
And we the Navy, better chill with that muggin'
Imma go back for yo' friend if you don't chill with all that buggin'
Picky nigga, I like model hoes and straight hunnids
She asking why I never answer, bitch, I'm road runnin'
We not the same if you be leashin', I don't owe nothin'
Really bought a bag, we flocked, surf, pimping, soul huntin'
Tryna make it out these streets and beat the rain
I be sipping all this syrup for the pain
Suede gone and ever since ain't be the same
And I walk a nigga down just for speaking on your name
I'm a top shotta, really stepping when it's fun
Lean 'em over like this wock in my cup
Fast breaking with that choppa I'ma dunk
If it's up then it's stuck, we road kill him like a skunk
It's the Reaper, bitch
And I'ma pick up on when that murder call
You want him gone, bitch, with that bag I can make a call
And if it's my cut tear it off, nigga, big or small
Stop calling, y'all don't care when I was down I wasn't hearing y'all
Baby, I'm a dog, love is not an option
I don't wanna break your heart so I'm fuckin' with caution
Bitch, I'm thuggin' 'til it's over, laid up in the coffin
And everybody on me like they got it, bitch, I ain't an auction
It's crazy how they love you when it benefits
Stove popper, backyard bandit, the stuff for specialist
Could give a fuck who cutty is, check where my level is
And we the ones who got it on rabbits hanging with terrorists
Don't ask me where I'm at, 'cause you niggas know where the devil is
No fistfight, I got a chopper you can wrestle with
Metal jackets, I guess I'm riding with metal fits
A joint before this rap and go ask him I been on several hits
Fuck attention, I'ma stamp it for the cause
He'll do whatever for the pic like nigga pause
If I'ma do it I'm putting on for my dawgs
If you the only one that got it then how the fuck you a boss?
See
I'm the type to break the bag up off a bitch
And you're the type to go and brag about you hit
Shit, I ain't rap until I walked in with a stick
I'm not Shilano with a pussy, I just knocked her off the shit
And granny shit like where the wock', I'm sick of tris
Before the mic was hella famous off of skits
I knocked the bitch right after asking for a pic
And if he living then he lucky or just wasn't on the list
'Cause we gon' do it up for sure if we start bustin'
Get off and do it, and quit with all that fussin'
And we the Navy, better chill with that muggin'
Imma go back for yo' friend if you don't chill with all that buggin'
Picky nigga, I like model hoes and straight hunnids
She asking why I never answer, bitch, I'm road runnin'
We not the same if you be leashin', I don't owe nothin'
Really bought a bag, we flocked, surf, pimping, soul huntin'
Tryna make it out these streets and beat the rain
I be sipping all this syrup for the pain
Suede gone and ever since ain't be the same
And I walk a nigga down just for speaking on your name
I'm a top shotta, really stepping when it's fun
Lean 'em over like this wock in my cup
Fast breaking with that choppa I'ma dunk
If it's up then it's stuck, we road kill him like a skunk
It's the Reaper, bitch
And I'ma pick up on when that murder call
You want him gone, bitch, with that bag I can make a call
And if it's my cut tear it off, nigga, big or small
Stop calling, y'all don't care when I was down I wasn't hearing y'all
Baby, I'm a dog, love is not an option
I don't wanna break your heart so I'm fuckin' with caution
Bitch, I'm thuggin' 'til it's over, laid up in the coffin
And everybody on me like they got it, bitch, I ain't an auction
It's crazy how they love you when it benefits
Stove popper, backyard bandit, the stuff for specialist
Could give a fuck who cutty is, check where my level is
And we the ones who got it on rabbits hanging with terrorists
Don't ask me where I'm at, 'cause you niggas know where the devil is
No fistfight, I got a chopper you can wrestle with
Metal jackets, I guess I'm riding with metal fits
A joint before this rap and go ask him I been on several hits
Fuck attention, I'ma stamp it for the cause
He'll do whatever for the pic like nigga pause
If I'ma do it I'm putting on for my dawgs
If you the only one that got it then how the fuck you a boss?
