Hood Tendencies Lyrics

Bitch I'm at it

Feening for a beat like an addict

Treat this shit like surgery, I'm bout to let you have it

Pain run deep like a nigga having contractions

He only find love when he grab his automatic

On God

Tryna fuck with me, watch it get tragic

Nigga so clean all these bitches tryna grab me

Yea I eat my greens & I ain't talking bout a salad

Last time I remembered I was rockin New Balance

He try to pussy me but he ain't know I was a savage

Running through a pussy, I had to show I wasn't average

The game put their trust in me, them boys can't even have it

Already got the Rollie, now a nigga really want the Patek

When you suck dick, make sure you lick them balls

I'm just tryna run through, it ain't no tomorrow

Remember spending Twenty K, I splurged it at the mall

Got a lil buzz now these niggas wanna be my dawgs

Don't be the reason why a nigga go behind the walls

We don't reload, we just grab another gun

Shit fun & games til you see your man brains

Don't forget you the reason how you left that nigga stained

Flick the lights, it's the Kidd, nothing nice

I'm hot like spice, chase the cheese, Yatta Mice

I can't lose no more

Ballin out, go check the score

Going hard in the fourth

Might just take over the court

Welcome to Yatta's World

Mr. Steal Your Main Girl

Came from the bottom where the mud was dirty dirty

Where niggas tote thirty's and they shoot it out like Curry

Blinded by the fake so my vision blurry blurry

I need all the sauce

You gotta pay the cost

In order to be a boss

Unless to take a loss

Man it's okay, cause it's coming out my mouth

Yea I came from the south

Gold grills in mouth, yea