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Joey Trap

Hood Shit

 

Hood Shit

(album: Akachi Trap 2 - 2019)


Aye Plugg
Aye Plugg Drop that shit

Man I came in this bitch and I came in hot
Got the dope make a fiend prolly Millie rock
I was just 17 chillin on the block
If she say she In love she a silly thot
Man I used to be grinding just selling grams
Ain't no wallet my pockets got rubber bands
Don't got friends we not cool if you not my fam
Now there's fur on my coat like I'm killa cam

I'm in my bag
The busiest
Look at my Rollie
The chilliest
She giving top
The silliest
On that Ducati I wheel'y it

I think someone left my stove on
Bro what the fuck
Member used to take the bus home
Now it's Audi trucks
Used to Uber bitches home as soon as they ain't wanna suck
But we got one thing in common
We ain't never give a fuck
Look

In my hood there's robbers killers dealers and the dope fiend
Bro sell molly, coke and OxyContin with the codeine
Wait

YEAH THIS THAT HOOD SHIT
Hit me for the price because you know we got that good shit
Yeah bitch I'm hood rich
Coulda bought a house I got a chopper issa a good stick

I Been in SD like the chargers
Grew up New York when I ain't have a dollar
I was out trapping cus I'm not a scholar
Shout out that money turn me to a monster

Now Gucci on me I walk with a check
Bro got a pistol I walk with a tech
You talkin shit then we catchin the wreck
She fall in love but I just wanted the neck

Just wanted bread it put me on the block
I'm my own boss no I'm not on the clock
We come from nothing turn that to a lot
Just 17 with a band and a Glock

You could get shot by a savage nigga
I went from hungry to having nigga
Ain't no Houdini no magic nigga
All that I know is we spazzin nigga
We Spazzin yah

YEAH THIS THAT HOOD SHIT
Hit me for the price because you know we got that good shit
Yeah bitch I'm hood rich
Coulda bought a house I got a chopper issa a good stick

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