Inahood lyrics

[Verse 1: Almighty Suspect]
n*gga said he gone smoke me b*tch I'm in the hood
Big ass pole on me wish a n*gga would. Smoke b*tch it come fo' free put 'em on a wood, everything froze on me b*tch I'm living good. Tell that b*tch don't say sh*t I ain't ask u, f*ck and I call her lyft b*tch I'm dat dude I'd hit her best fried too yeah I'm that rude, tell these n*ggas catch up I done passed u. All these n*ggas that I'm with they'll smoke you, all these b*tches gettin hit I done told u, big ass. 40s on my hip I'll blast u, n*gga u a whole ass b*tch I'll expose you! I was tryna hit n*ggas blocks they was never out, lil n*gga stay in school take a better route, prayin to the whip with this faith hit a n*gga house, whole lotta juice in my cup like I'm from the south. Landlord on a n*gga block I'd kick 'em out, we'll slide up late night see what u about, b*tch didn't even see my bed hit er on the couch. I was just tryna get the head out it in her mouth!! All these n*ggas ride di*k they some homos, I'll bounce out of the whip with a foe-foe, everything foreign lil b*tch ain't no low low, everything "Fabo" b*tch like I'm "Loso" Heard n*ggas talkin on the gram like they need that we'll pop up we don't give n*ggas feed back, putting hoes down I'm just tryna get my cheese back, Blueface hunnits I'm just tryna let my cheese stack. All this gold on me b*tch I'm bust down, all these hoes on me cuz I'm up now, 6 rings 3+3 that's a touchdown, member she was hot in school she's a bum now

[Verse 2 :Ace Cino]
b*tch say she gone blow me while I smoke a wood, hunnit dollar steaks with the lobster I be eatin good, when I move to Beverly Hills ima keep it hood, yeah I'm flossin R. I. P neighborhood. Bullets get to hittin like the mufukin drum kickin, beef with ChiChi at least 1 dead bum missing, beef with ChiChi y'all n*ggas better bome with it, this sh*t Period so u know I'm bout to run with it. These n*ggas couldn't stop me if they tried to, slide down a pus*y n*gga block like the drive through, oh that's yo b*tch? I been f*ckin like she mine too, who told u u was real? Y'all been lied to. I keep packin in a mansion, got a hunnit b*tches dancin, got a hunnit different choppas and a hunnit different hands, got a hunnit different hustles and a hunnit different bands, and they know I'm with the Mafia so they just who I am. I know they don't wanna see us on top, "Ball" me Chi-Diddy cuz u know a n*gga won't stop, me and Suspect makin these b*tches jaw drop, find **** * now I need me a small pop. I'd never change up, Burgie(?) is the muthafukin mafia they favorite, the sh*t that these lil n*ggas rap about made up, I'd never throw in the towel n*ggas gave up, couldn't make a lay up. She make her ass move when she stand still, bro said I can run it up out in Nashville, Young Blood snort everything but advils, grippin on this b*tch ion need 1 adlib. For the percks I need a dos, pour a drank make a toast, yo b*tch wanna give me throat she gotta eat my b*tch first, I'm the illist on this earth all these tatts f*ck a shirt, real gutta sh*t I really got it out the dirt