#HOODA! ft. Lil Raw Lyrics

Gang-Gang

Bow, Bow

Grr-rrahh

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I was in the house, I was down on my last

Woke up in the mornin', gotta' get to this cash

Smokin' G3, he go right to the brain

I lost my bro', had to deal with some pain

We spinnin' ya block, then, we snatchin' ya' stain

You don't want war, better stay in ya' lane

You walked in my hood, man, gimme' that

You walked in my hood, man, gimme' that chain

Redtip hollows, shit rip thru tissue

I'm Lil Raw, you know, I'm the issue

Bro' in a X5, tryna come get you

Bro' with the glock, he tryna dismiss you

I don't even wolf, so man, just stop it

You step out of line? Get hit in ya' socket

We bendin' ya' block, shit sound like a rocket

G2C, shit stuffed in the pocket

I got a glock, this ain't no ruger

Green lil beam, tryna hit his medula

You know where I'm from, I'm screamin da HOODA

Free all the bros, that's claimin' "Big Bz"

I got a glock, shit under the seat

You spin my shit? Get put on TV

All my niggas? They shoot at the G'

All y'all niggas? They was bitin' the cheese

I don't fuck with that side, get put on a Tee

Or, get cropped out the picture, won't matter to me

I wanna spin everyday of the week

They took my brother, they think shit sweet

He in the house, probably beatin' his meat

You see him runnin', but, can't hide from me

I'm in they hood like ODC

I'm Lil Raw, get put on a Tee

I got a—, glocky

Use that shit, tryna catch me a body

He not right, he food

Left one dead, his body went "Poof"

And, I'm taxin', two-five for the juice

Gas to strong, shit kickin' like Bruce

7 .62s, put a hole in his tooth

You play with my money? Get turned into glue (Im So Slimee)

We spot a opp? Turn him to a clue

Redtips hit, leave his whole shit Blue

I'm comin' like Surf, "What he wan' do?"

Big stick, leave a nigga stuck like glue

Bro' jump out? He gon' let shit shoot

Them bullets start flyin', he split up the group

Slide on that block? we lookin' for you

We don't see you? Then, we hit up ya' crew

Open a wood, then, roll up some 'bo

I spark it? This shit got me higher than low

You'll catch a headtap, movin' to slow

Stretchgang, leave a nigga brains in the snow

I say "Green"? He ready to go

Tryna swing thru the Courts? Bro' shoot like a Pro

Shots to the scalp, bet, he fuck up a fro'

Put the chop on his head, now, his shit can't grow

Just like a bunkbed, I'm on his top

Said "it was up", so his ass gettin' dropped

Backseatgang, jump out with glock

Doin' all headshots, we ain't aimin' for thigh

Me and BA, Two man in a ride

Two big sticks, we ready to slide

If he try to act crazy? We losin' his mind

Redtips on his head, bet a lil nigga die

Ayo', Doomut? Pass me the hammer

Hop out, I'll pop his top like a can of Fanta

He'll get fried tryna get him a sandwich

Headtap, I'll give a nigga brain damage

Head splat on the ground, his shit lookin' gross

I'll make him vanish like he was a ghost

Better keep you a strap, you better not loaf

Cuz', we'll pop up and turn you to toast

It's gettin' cold

It's that time I stuff my glock in the coat

If you walk up? I'ma throw thru the coat

Get hit with this Led, that's Murder She Wrote

I'm in the field, I don't need me a coach

He in that water? I'm makin him float

I see a opp tryna wolf on the notes

So, he gettin' scrolled, I'ma make him a post

Bitch (Bitch)

Eh-Ah-mmm, that nigga a post

Eh-Ah-mmm, tryna make him a post

Hop out the car, get turned to a ghost, on bro'

Like damn

StretchGang, like, StretchGang

On bro', like damn

Im So Slimee, fuck