Hood Up ft. 1400mari Lyrics

Photo library like a picture we going crop him out

Treat him like a dance floor in tims we going stomp him out

Ain't talking bout no Nick Cannon but we be wild and out

Heard they hood dry man I catch them niggas in a drought

Hot girl summer man my bitch know I don't play

See her at a party I air this bitch out

Say she want stay I'll drag this bitch out

Let her get a attitude and we going fuck it out

Put her in the back and then we fuck and fog the windows up

Told her bring a friend I fuck them both they throw my hood up

Heard they fucking with the ops my sister she going fuck them up

Heard they throwing shots I grab my cup I got double up

I don't do no guns I got my fist I'm bout to knuckle up

Said that he going kill me on four nem he better

Ssh

Treat it like a slaughter house these niggas finna get gutted up

Pulling out that glock nine nigga better put it up

I'm speeding in a scat I'm running lights you better buckle up

Put baby bro in a high chair so he can shoot em up

Fairy odd parents what I call my two chopsticks

Cosmo and Wanda berettas they going bop it

Have they em scattering and trip each other like it's twister

Put some knots up on his head and buss his lip now he got blisters

I'm smoking on some Doctor strange I see into the multi-verse

Bitch I'm high as fuck I pop a perc

I put em on a shirt

Put em on a T

Right on the stomach he a teletubby

Been a minute since a young

Fighting in the play room

They thought that I was crazy tried to put me in a safe room

Always been the smartest bitch it's like I had a silver spoon

I need fifties and hundreds and twenties in this bitch

A couple ebony bitches to grip up on my dick

I'm talking haitians, jamaicans, latinas that thick

Ass so fat it can't fit up in a pic

Put her in the back and then we fuck and fog the windows up

Told her bring a friend I fuck them both they throw my hood up

Heard they fucking with the ops my sister she going fuck them up

Heard they throwing shots I grab my cup I got double up

I don't do no guns I got my fist I'm bout to knuckle up

Said that he going kill me on four nem he better shut it up

Treat it like a slaughter house these niggas finna get gutted up

Pulling out that glock nine nigga better put it up

I'm speeding in a scat I'm running lights you better buckle up

Put baby bro in a high chair so he can shoot em up

Fairy odd parents what I call my two chopsticks

Cosmo and Wanda berettas they can going bop it

You know we hop out get to blicking

I tell my brodie pull his mask down

Hop right back in the wheel

Turn on the tunes

I'm driving fast now

If that nigga talking out his ass then he going get clap down

We ain't never worried bout dodie my brodie got that pack round

Why they speaking on me?

If I see a op don't got no pole then I'm going tweak a homie

Bitch I'm from the road and I'm poled so you can't try to hold me

Don't know why my name all in y'all mouth

Y'all niggas not my homie

Mada from the five I'm from the four but we still cracking threes

Told you I hate questions why the fuck you still try question me?

He was dissing on the net now y'all posting saying r.i.p

Killers, robbers, dealers all the niggas I got next to me

Ops keep replying to my story go get some bitches and get off my dick

He supposed to be a killer but he died I think that shit the bid

They be dissing on the net I swear to god they must not want to live

If that nigga keep on dissing

Find where he at and imma split his wig

Hop out the johnny get up on em

Tell my brodie empty out the clip

Put her in the back and then we fuck and fog the windows up

Told her bring a friend I fuck them both they throw my hood up

Heard they fucking with the ops my sister she going fuck them up

Heard they throwing shots I grab my cup I got double up

I don't do no guns I got my fist I'm bout to knuckle up

Said that he going kill me on four nem he better

Ssh

Treat it like a slaughter house these niggas finna get gutted up

Pulling out that glock nine nigga better put it up

I'm speeding in a scat I'm running lights you better buckle up

Put baby bro in a high chair so he can shoot em up

Fairy odd parents what I call my two chopsticks

Cosmo and Wanda berettas they can going bop it