Racks to the Hood

Ooh okay, okay, ooh (Go) Okay, cool (Go, ugh) ooh Okay, okay, ooh (Go, ugh) Okay, heyshootbaby, ooh (Real Murdaworth shit, bitch) Ayy ayy, Swerve where the f*ck you go bro? (Ugh) i'm right here, I'm right here, bro Oh, alright (Ayy, bitch) Only reason why you living, we letting you 45 shoot layers, I'm extraterrestrial My Cartier frame and I look intellectual OG call me said, "I'm tryna better you" A youngin' Want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did He gave me that pistol I turned into a hard head he like "I'm a real shooter" or Whatever y'all said Brr, brr, okay good (Ayy, go crazy) Street nigga, still bring racks to the hood Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood Young nigga, I been so misunderstood We turn the block, thе cabin in the woods Call me Gru, I wish a nigga would I sold him rerock, you could see thе fuzz Big ass shotgun, I'm Elmer Fudd You could tell how he movin' He ain't really a blood I told I started supplyin', Xanman Once upon a time My old plug said "Let's take a ride" He scrapin' the pan like we deep fryin' Ran in his home, tied his arm to a side like "Where all that gas that You tried to hide?" Pede took the Glock, sayin' "Look in my eyes I'm only gonna ask you one time" 12 thinkin' that they got it this time Another suspect identified I love big Drac' You know we gon' spin them guys Bitch too toxic, I think she a Gemini I'm seein' red but I'm not the crimson guy Told his ass go to sleep Like he is hypnotized dropped out of school I don't know how to simplify He put in a order ain't Know it was missing fries Only reason why you living, we letting you 45 shoot layers, I'm extraterrestrial My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual OG call me say, "I'm tryna better you" A youngin' Want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did He gave me that pistol I turned into a hard head he like "I'm a real shooter" or Whatever y'all said Brr, brr, okay, good (Ugh) Street nigga, still bring racks to the hood (Racks to the hood) My Stop Six nigga bang blood like Suge (Like Suge) Say he wanna kill me, well okay, you should (You should) Set a nigga up through a bitch from the hood (Ugh) count money up like, it felt too good (Okay, fah) Choppa gon' shoot, and make him "Ugh" (Make him "Ugh") I'm in the coupe, this bitch run (Ugh) Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood Couple AP's I still wanna flood There's a couple of bitches I'm tryna f*ck She know that I'm up but I don't give a f*ck I got big rolls, hella hoes Now she wanna suck (Suck) New ARP and it's fuckin' 'em up If I miss my shot then a nigga in luck (Ugh) When we in public we keepin' 'em tucked I know some niggas I really can't trust Sippin' on Tris, he sippin' on Tuss' 30 gon' slide in a stolo truck And me and Rino finna pour a four up They be like "Jace, bitch, you finna go up" Brand new drake, that bitch don't got a butt She gotta lil' pretty face but She don't got a butt (Don't got a butt, ugh) Only reason why you living, we letting you 45 shoot layers, I'm extraterrestrial My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual OG call me say "I'm tryna better you" A youngin' Want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did He gave me that pistol I turned into a hard head he like "I'm a real shooter" or Whatever y'all said brr, brr, okay good Street nigga, still bring racks to the hood My Stop Six nigga bang blood like Suge