Good In Tha Hood ft. E.T. Outta$pace Lyrics

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Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet

Put you up in a wood for fuckin' with me

I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat

I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need

The White, the Kush, the Oil

Got Percs, Xans, and more

Come get what you need out the store

Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore

Be sendin' these niggas to the morgue

Make sure that he dead up two shots more

When I'm done with ha shit, make sure that it's sore

Babygirl, let me nut on your pores

I'm tryna just make a list like Forbes

Get in the gym and look like Thor

If you tryna rob me, then you ask for war

Just know that we up in the muthafuckin' score

If you want smoke, put that shit on the floor

These niggas ain't woke, they quick to ignore

They bitch made, that shit and they aura

These niggas be hoes like Dora The Explorer

These niggas be broke want a four for four

I got Christian Louis, décor

Paint a nigga red, I'm seein' the gore

Take off his head, can't speak no more

Just know that it's war

Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet

Put you up in a wood for fuckin' with me

I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat

I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need

The White, the Kush, the Oil

Got Percs, Xans, and more

Come get what you need out the store

Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore

I came up off of trappin' and rappin

Had no other choice but to make this shit happen

Pass me the baking soda, out the cabinet

Cook it up, make it disappear like it was magic

Before, I was servin' was snatchin' and grabbin

I would hit me a lick just to upgrade my fashion

Ain't had no bed, I slept on a air mattress

Got that pack made, it flip like it do acrobatics

Now I hit different, them young niggas have me

Jump on the beat, get the groove and they swaggin

Blinky on me, nigga, I'm never lackin

Got that bitch in my pocket, I shoot through the jacket

Fuck a thick bitches look like Megan Thee Stallion

Bitch, I'm a winner, I need a medallion

This that hot shit, I spit fire like a dragon

Took his lil' bitch and I peeled off laughing

Yeah, nigga, like, ha-ha

Asked for some money, she not gettin' nada

The guns that we got look like it came from Sy-Fy

Hop out on a feet, we ain't doin' no drive-by

Bullets connect with your shit like some Wi-Fi

Grrr, turn his white tee to a tie-dye

Just might jump out on yo ass like a skydive

Put that lil' bitch in the bag like a hot fry

I don't fuck with these niggas, I ain't givin' out high-fives

So, nigga, no reach for no dap

YTB, I put this shit on the map

I'm really livin' like that, nigga, this ain't no cap

Get his ass gone, just as quick as a snap

Look how that nigga go poof

We got sticks in this bitch, let him hang out the roof

Alief South West in this bitch, what it do

Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet

Put you up in a wood for fuckin' with me

I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat

I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need

The White, the Kush, the Oil

Got Percs, Xans, and more

Come get what you need out the store

Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore

Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet

Put you up in a wood for fuckin' with me

I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat

I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need

The White, the Kush, the Oil

Got Percs, Xans, and more

Come get what you need out the store

Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore