Hoods Hottest (Season 2)

It ain’t the first time I ever took a chase I was only 16 With a fully on my waist Didn’t want to show my face So it’s a Bally or mask Ask about the block You know we fully on task Let me tell you about my past Blue lights then I dash I do it for this money Said I do it for the cash No cap I’m trying to get me my racks stacked Blaze another Spliff up in a back-strap I’m different when I back that And I ain’t beefing over Snapchat Why you want to act like that You ain’t ever seen a mash like that You ain’t ever seen a kid get splashed Stop it with the verbal cause’ you end up like the last No they ain’t no competition on the block and I’ll be baiting em’ out If I ever see a opp mans taking him out Get rocked for your chain and watch We ain’t the same I don’t play no games Then I’m out on these M-way lanes Tell my bitch I take trips I’m tryna’ get rich I ain’t tryna’ get nicked No snitch Gotta stick to the road If you want to make it through you got to stick to the code I can never trust a hoe Got snaked by my bro Thought I didn’t know Tried to keep it on the low I ain’t needing no snakes Still expose the fakes Always doing what it takes So I can never be late I’m on a midnight glide I’ll be riding I’ll be riding out Stacking up my funds And I’ll be hiding from the tridents now Paper on the block It’s getting later on the clock But the gwap don’t stop Need to double up the prof Turning ones into twos You couldn’t even run in these shoes You know the money be the motive We got nothing to lose I’m in the mood for a million views Making moves While I’m spinning the food I’ll be stepping with a tool So don’t get it confused No stressing When I G-check him I got the weapon Full of sweets I’m going to refresh him And If I catch him on the streets I’m gona teach lessons And I ain’t never losing sleep I’m never regretting I ain’t never giving det’s Wont speak up on a question We be running from police Trying to preach when they arresting That’s why I never taking a rest Survival of the fittest I’m just trying to be my best No less I’m only stepping with a vest No flesh Can be exposing This the type of life Type of life That I ain’t chosen Got to get the hoes in I keep the flows out Need to keep it on the low Incase the snitches run their mouth I ain’t never in doubt Never do it for the clout No time to be doused Phone my line for a ounce We can find the amount That you’re looking for Invest in Cali packs N bring it back And push it more I’m only putting up stores When the cats want four Smoke a bat got the Cali Glowing up in my raw Forget my past When I take another hit of me draw Got the pop smoke Spliffin’ up Christian Dior Got a Gyali She a baddie And she want more Find me with a bally I ain’t fucking with no Tom Ford She call me Muhammad-Ali because I’m too fast Jumping into alleys everytime I see the blue flash