Hood Hot lyrics

[Intro: ABGR Lil Cory]
(Steve made this motherf*cker here)
Yeah, ayy
Yeah

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory & Finesse2Tymes]
Yeah, juggin' so damn hard, got the motherf*ckin' hood hot
All these hoes choosin', you the type to cuff the b*tch
Yeah, sucker-ass n*gga, broke as f*ck, need a fix
Yeah, chain cost a mobile home, hundred on my neck
Yeah, n*gga, this sh*t goin' on missions, big sh*t on nicks and pampers
Yeah, kick a lil' b*tch to the curb, she don't meet my standards (Finesse)
I'm that n*gga, gotta keep a boss b*tch, bad, body, natural, tea
Lil' booty-ass b*tch, come here, shawty, yeah, I'm what you need (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
I'm a walkin' lick (Lick), I'm talkin' sh*t (sh*t), spit P to the b*tch (sh*t P to the bicth)
She wanna f*ck me for free, that b*tch ain't much got common sense (No, no)
My diamonds hit (Bah, bah), she like to pop Percs, yeah, that's my kinda b*tch (My kinda b*tch)
Megan still ain't DM'd back and I can't lie, I'm kind of finished
Two hundred to South Memphis (outh Memphis), two hundred to Mississippi (To Mississippi)
She let me trap out her spot (Her spot), I bought that b*tch a Mitsubishi (Mitsubishi)
I come from East Memphis (Memphis), Walter Simmons, rest in peace to Sleepy
200K in my guap and four hundred fifty in pieces (Reece's)
f*ck that ho (f*ck that ho), lil' b*tch talk too much, I had to cut that ho (Cut that ho)
f*ck that though (f*ck that though), went got it myself, I had to touch that door (I touched that door)
Cut that dope (Cut that dope), flush that dope (Flush that dope)
Ten fifty a box of green (Green)
Come to Houston, shop with me (Come shop with me), I got the plug on the line (It's Finesse)
[Chorus: ABGR LilCory]
Yeah, juggin' so damn hard, got the motherf*ckin' hood hot
All these hoes choosin', you the type to cuff the b*tch
Yeah, sucker-ass n*gga, broke as f*ck, need a fix
Yeah, chain cost a mobile home, hundred on my neck
Yeah, n*gga, this sh*t goin' on missions, big sh*t on nicks and pampers
Yeah, kick a lil' b*tch to the curb, she don't meet my standards (Yeah)
I'm that n*gga, gotta keep a boss b*tch, bad, body, natural, tea
Lil' booty-ass b*tch, come here, shawty, yeah, I'm what you need (Yeah)

[Verse 2: ABGR Lil Cory]
I got the hood on smash, I'm who they call, I'm Mr. Save the Trap
n*gga I'm so lit I'm talkin' 'bout water can't even put me out
I'm a young rich n*gga, need a b*tch that match my hustle
I ain't with that bitter b*tch, sorry, baby, ain't that n*gga
Yeah, I ain't goin' I ain't goin for nathan, n*gga play, his ass get chalked (Yeah)
Hit a n*gga with somethin' hot (pus*y), he gon' need a fish fry
I got my muscle up, spinach, got my pocket Popeye
Money taller me, n*gga make me mad, I'll break the bank (n*gga)
n*ggas look up to me, I set the trend, everybody quick copy (Yeah, yeah, jugg)
I got the juice, my swag so stupid, casket fresh when I pop out (Yeah)
It's like I came about the ocean, water on me, I was thirsty (Yeah)
b*tches bitin' like mosquitoes, tryna get me out my drawls (Damn)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
Yeah, juggin' so damn hard, got the motherf*ckin' hood hot
All these hoes choosin', you the type to cuff the b*tch
Yeah, sucker-ass n*gga, broke as f*ck, need a fix
Yeah, chain cost a mobile home, hundred on my neck
Yeah, n*gga, this sh*t goin' on missions, big sh*t on nicks and pampers
Yeah, kick a lil' b*tch to the curb, she don't meet my standards (Yeah)
I'm that n*gga, gotta keep a boss b*tch, bad, body, natural, tea
Lil' booty-ass b*tch, come here, shawty, yeah, I'm what you need (Yeah)