Section 8 Housin Lyrics

Remember staying in section 8 housing with Brittany

Her Pops named Bobby I never seen em serve Whitney

I heard a lotta rumors niggas been supposed to come get me

I cut a lotta niggas off them old niggas wasn't wit me

Them young niggas I know like to spin til they dizzy

I barely say no cap I be like NoBap or NoKizzy

We got the same dead homie so ion see why niggas envy

I got 2 jobs but I'm Mr.4Tre from the trenches

I den earned my stripes nigga my mama know I'm street

Ate a few bad hoes from the back these bitches know I'm freak

You can play any beat it don't matter you know I eat

Ion trick with hoes too often but for this bitch Imma treat

Ion want girlfriend I'm loyal but imma cheat

Why you always talm bout hoes? ion know imma freak

You ain't never popped no pills? Hell nah but imma geek

Ion shit talk I preach so just listen take a seat

How the fuck am I yo mans you eating and Ian got nun to eat

I used to shoot at mud hoes now bad bitches shooting at me

I got crip potnas I still be in dey face shooting a c

We just hit but can't outsiders go toe to toe wit me

Niggas pockets be full of lint worried bout goin' hoe for hoe

You bought a bitch a wig just to hit she worth a 4 for 4

A nigga ain't died inna minute ion know the score

Brodie hit me up bout a play imma go fasho

Niggas act like bitches in public but they know me tho

You say you gone go wit yo move you gotta show me tho

Lil bro shoot Tre's like 24 he ain't Kobe tho

I did a lotta shit for my nigga he don't owe me tho

Everytime they asked for a favor I was "Big Bro"

By the time I came to my senses I was "Big hoe"

My potna cut me off can you believe it was bout a hoe

I know some junkies who'll sell they soul for a ounce of blow

Ex hoes delusional bitch said shitted on myself

I ain't Shìt my pants since elementary I put it on myself

I got my own house and got a P you can ask Jde, I really got a few and put em onna Shelf

This beat smooth den a bitch I like the wave

I'll make a white bitch do what I say like a slave

Ion fuck with broke bitches why would I and I get paid

How the fuck the spot open still and it had a raid

I can beat up any beat I swear this shit amazing

Even if I blow I'm goin to work nigga I ain't changin

Me and Von hit the same hoes we the train station

I prefer my bitch to thick like white gravy

(Yea)

(And this Shìt? Yea this is 4Tre!)

(Yea, Im Mr. Ight Let's Go!)

(Yea)

(Let's get it all that shit)