Run The Hood ft. Cashflo 132 Lyrics

Brodie call it slingshot, bounce back from all the tragic shit

Yesterday was saved by God, I know it ain't no accident

Yesterday the reason I ain't never holding back a bit

If I don't give my all right now, then all me be mad as shit

Fuck a hundred thousand need a square it like its Madison

What you do for money not your family man its baffling

They ain't had they trust in me I'll rub it in like Vaseline

Bitch we takin' off they down below like man what's happening

Bounce back from the struggle that's called motivation

I was blaming God for deaths I saw cause all I'd known was hatred

I know you a bitch, go ahead little pussy come and take it

Lay down on my back I'm on my phone I tell her come and taste it

Brodie tinted Cartier glasses like he from the Matrix

I ain't take my chain off in 4 years without it I feel naked

I don't trust the saying you should fake it right until you make it

Most of you be fake without the paper, how you haven't made shit?

Bitch we from the V and not the A but we the city's A-list

I don't pick up the phone these niggas' wants they not afraid to name it

How you think I like you we just only round' to get our payment

Don't you get too comfortable or you gon' lay right on the pavement

And trust me, I'm a make sure that it isn't painless

Outer space, I'm like the Martian, bitch I feel just like I'm Damon

I don't even fuck with cartoons, that goofy shit I hate it

Run the hood its Lucids 132 bitch where affidavit

Brodie call it slingshot, bounce back from all the tragic shit

Yesterday was saved by God, I know it ain't no accident

Yesterday the reason I ain't never holding back a bit

If I don't give my all right now, then all me be mad as shit

Fuck a hundred thousand need a square it like its Madison

What you do for money not your family man its baffling

They ain't had they trust in me I'll rub it in like Vaseline

Bitch we takin' off they down below like man what's happening

I heard he caught a face shot

He looks like Jada Pinkett Smith

I put a hole up in his back like Jayson Tatum in this bitch

If I go broke, I put a mask up on my face and hit a lick

If you ain't got it why da' fuck u out here flexing like u him

Bitch

All certified tweakers' round look like a food bank

I ain't finally get caught with a bitch no ion' do dates

In the basement momma' had no room she put food on the plate

Seen my pops' struggle same reason got to do what it takes

Free my dog no I ain't seen him in a minute

Hellcats and track hawks feel like a demon the way we spinning

I heard your fuckin' dog died like u ain't feed him in a minute

I pour a six up in this juice bitch I'll be leaning in a minute

Bitch we shiesty

And brodie take your chain and take your life b'

Dis bitch say that she can't fuck wit' me cause' I'm a Pisces

Man, free my fuckin' dog you know I feel for him

Certified tweaker riding round inside the field for him

I'll punch your ass in the air now he airborne

I'll drop a hundred shots on him sound like a hailstorm

We raining shells on the opponents'

In the trap trying to make another sale on the block

Hellcat, kelltech, catch one, where he at

I just poured two fours I'm feeling like I'm Jerry West

I got gas bowls for sale but I ain't got no jerry can

I caught his ass up at the cemetery that's where he buried at bitch