Hood Music ft. Lil BossUp & Tigg Lyrics

This that get us out the hood music

This that put that button on the back and let that do it

This that once you see them boys on sight we finna' get into it

This that boy I wish that nigga would do it

Talk that lingo bitch you know I'm hood fluent

Who gon play with boss up

Shit who gon' play wit me

Nobody in this bitch cause imma' chef I cook the beef

I paid attention to them words boy I'm gon' make you stand on them

I ain't tripping bout' the dissing when that land on them

This that get us out the hood music

Make you feel good music

Fuck that

Grab the strap

Do it for the hood music

Told Brody to pass the strap this shit finna' get ugly

Lil' bitch tryna' lay up I don't want no lovey' dovey'

I barely want to fuck the hoe I just want some sucky' sucky'

Hop out with that Drac' that bitch jumping like a monkey

He hop out wit that Drac' lil' tay gon' hop out with that button

Like boy get down

Shit like I clear the crowd

I hear niggas say it's up with me but niggas ain't get up with me

Shit rip city with shooters just like Dame I got a buck with me

They see how I do if I talk it I walk the shit

Don't be telling me show me you bout' the shit

Me and that nigga two kinds of popping shit

He like to start it but I'm in to stopping shit

Bitch say she want a black truck

She ain't getting that shit from Boss up

Shoutout to my Z's yea them boys keep that bitch tucked

One call away yea them boys a have your blocked fucked

We got ammunition to go to war nigga we stocked up

This that get us out the hood music

This that put that button on the back and let that do it

This that once you see them boys on sight we finna' get into it

This that boy I wish that nigga would do it

Talk that lingo bitch you know I'm hood fluent

Who gon play with boss up

Shit who gon' play wit me

Nobody in this bitch cause imma' chef I cook the beef

I paid attention to them words boy I'm gon' make you stand on them

I ain't tripping bout' the dissing when that land on them

This that real music

I'm known for doing drills I wish you would do it

Bounce out with that .45 let's get into it

Them bullets penetrate your brain and leave you clueless

You tender about that bitch I bet she give it up

And now your ass fucked

And bitch you better duck cause that Drac' hit you out of luck

We at your house with plenty sticks more chops

This that real shit oh yea

Bitch I'm booted up I'm out my top I don't give a fuck

This that get us out the hood music

This that put that button on the back and let that do it

This that once you see them boys on sight we finna' get into it

This that boy I wish that nigga would do it

Talk that lingo bitch you know I'm hood fluent

Who gon play with boss up

Shit who gon' play wit me

Nobody in this bitch cause imma' chef I cook the beef

I paid attention to them words boy I'm gon' make you stand on them

I ain't tripping bout' the dissing when that land on them