Hood Nigga

(album: Sorry For The Auto Tune - 2019)

This ain't no lil' boy shit
Big P shit
Boy
Man

Fly flashy hood nigga
Bragging 'bout all the shit I bought
Bitches claiming I'm hoodrich
My niggas looking for the bricks of the boy
I'm out of town like a tourist
Making plays on this digital toy
I'm preaching, nigga, where the pulpit?
I'm counting pros when I wake in the morning
Fly flashy hood nigga
Bragging 'bout all the shit I bought
Bitches claiming I'm hoodrich
My niggas looking for the bricks of the boy
I'm out of town like a tourist
Making plays on this digital toy
I'm preaching, nigga, where the pulpit?
I'm counting pros when I wake in the morning

We some young niggas with a run (We some young niggas with a run)
Yeah, we got a relay (Yeah, we got a relay)
I get your ass bodied, yeah, put it on replay (Baow, baow, baow)
Lil' bro caught a homi', ain't make it to the county, only did 'bout three days
Big bro Scoob, he taught me how to make ten thousand in three plays

Nigga, better strap your nuts on, take a ride on the bus long (Yeah)
Nigga can't even owe a nigga, have my young nigga unload (Boy)
Money, power, respect, nigga, hell yeah, I need the utmost (Man)
I was taught hop out and walk, hit a young nigga up close (Brrt)

Wait, wait, gon' tote that lead, talk, and then go ghost (Then go ghost)
I put the savages on your head, boy, they shoot like poster (Man, boy)
I brag about the VV cost, I'm doing the most (Doing the most)
Making plays on this digital toy, bringing the most, drink coast to coast, oh

Fly flashy hood nigga
Bragging 'bout all the shit I bought
Bitches claiming I'm hoodrich
My niggas looking for the bricks of the boy
I'm out of town like a tourist
Making plays on this digital toy
I'm preaching, nigga, where the pulpit?
I'm counting pros when I wake in the morning
Fly flashy hood nigga
Bragging 'bout all the shit I bought
Bitches claiming I'm hoodrich
My niggas looking for the bricks of the boy
I'm out of town like a tourist
Making plays on this digital toy
I'm preaching, nigga, where the pulpit?
I'm counting pros when I wake in the morning

Woo, I can put it in sport (Put it in sport)
Told her put it in the GPS, man, the bitch like Dora
I get physical with this hammer, man, I feel Thor
I just told her pull her pants down all the way to her drawers (Way to her drawers)
My niggas on that road, dawg, and I ain't talking 'bout touring (Talking 'bout touring)
Set up shop in your town, we just might hit Morgan (Man)

I've been fucking with the blues lately, I feel like Corbin (I feel like Corbin)
I've been spending all these blues lately, heard he can't afford it
I'm with the snow bunnies in Massachusetts, I'm Boston George-ing (I'm Boston George-in')
I hit my stash, I hit the dank account, yeah, my shit enormous (Shit enormous)
I snatch the baddest bitch out your bity, boy, the bitch look the poorest (Bitch look the poorest)
I try to blend in, but I can't, dawg, yeah, I can't ignore it (Can't ignore it)
These racks, I gotta blow it (Yeah)

Fly flashy hood nigga
Bragging 'bout all the shit I bought
Bitches claiming I'm hoodrich
My niggas looking for the bricks of the boy
I'm out of town like a tourist
Making plays on this digital toy
I'm preaching, nigga, where the pulpit?
I'm counting pros when I wake in the morning
Fly flashy hood nigga
Bragging 'bout all the shit I bought
Bitches claiming I'm hoodrich
My niggas looking for the bricks of the boy
I'm out of town like a tourist
Making plays on this digital toy
I'm preaching, nigga, where the pulpit?
I'm counting pros when I wake in the morning