Throw The Hood Up

Every chance I get I throw my hood up We ain't never have no good luck I don't like thieves So I don't steal stuff Hustling all I know Bout that money i'm on go I peep shit I play slow though MTV we kick shit More than a dojo Turnt up without no promo Ain't about no money That's a no-go Give em gas like Sunoco Getting money And fucking niggas wifey my mojo It's 200 on the dash I just poured a deuce So I feel like I'm in slow-mo Still balling like I turned the sliders up This my real life I ain't hiding none Time is money So I'm a run that money up Until my time come I let my pockets do the speaking Ion talk much Once they see you popping Then they all love you Leek ain't here to catch none of my assists So I'm gone ball for him Better not cross no lines Cause T.Y Blick he like to crash And he got good form The guys ain't never turn they back on me F*ck I'm a change for? If my brother ain't got enough to cover the tab Then I make change for em Put my game face on Tell them niggas it's game on I wasn't a man til I put my shoes on Ain't no time to be in ya feelings You gotta man up and move on For this run I'm bout to have I blame everybody that fluked on me You gotta Shedeur that shit some time And put it in they face I'm always on go I can't name a time I hit the brakes You ever see me running It's probably to some money Or from the jakes Stand up nigga So I'm a stay solid if I ever sit for a case I ain't know I had it in me I had to find my pace Once in a lifetime type nigga Its gone be hard to replace me I a pay a lil extra Ion really like waiting Get you some money And turn your hustle up Nigga that's all I'm saying Every chance I get I throw my hood up We ain't never have no good luck I don't like thieves So I don't steal stuff Hustling all I know Bout that money i'm on go I peep shit I play slow though MTV we kick shit More than a dojo Nigga must ain't got ears If he ain't heard of us They think I'm sweet Cause ion be rapping bout that murder stuff A nigga play That be the last time you heard of him I wonder if the streets give out refunds I need my heart back from them MTV I a never turn my back on them Every chance I get I throw my hood up We ain't never have no good luck I don't like thieves So I don't steal stuff Hustling all I know Bout that money i'm on go I peep shit I play slow though MTV we kick shit More than a dojo Turnt up without no promo Ain't about no money That's a no-go Give em gas like Sunoco Getting money And fucking niggas wifey my mojo It's 200 on the dash I just poured a deuce So I feel like I'm in slow-mo