[Verse 1]
If I was you, I wouldn’t come around here
There are some crooked ass cops and they ain’t from around here
Little n*gga you better stay in your county over there
And don’t dare come across that f*cking highway ‘round here
Oh by the way, Imo’s, yeah they deliver ‘round here
But they drive fast, ‘cause they ain’t ‘bout that life around here
Trap houses here and there but I ain’t never been in there
Out of town folks we give them n*ggas that evil ass stare
We got a Red’s Barbeque, we got a Wendy’s ‘round here
And you know us n*ggas stay hungry since we poor ‘round here
Ya wifey gave me a lap dance in that chair
Wear that blue sh*t, Imma kill you I swear
Red belts, shoestrings, and hats everywhere
My n*ggas redder than f*cking blood around here
If you ain’t never been to the Lou mane, don’t even come to the Lou mane
[Verse 2]
n*ggas let off choppas like helicopters around here
Body parts around the world, you gotta swim to find ya ear
Basketball courts, yeah they be popping ‘round here
Shoes on the tele-wire be straight hanging ‘round here
Bought some new J’s, they might be stolen ‘round here
FBI ain’t got nothing on our weapons ‘round here
Glock 30s, AK’s, and some shotty’s ‘round here
Drug trafficking is like a f*cking taxi ‘round here
Our holder of coke is that middle school over there
If you get caught, jail time, hell a n*gga don’t care
We’ll recruit some little n*ggas for our work around here
And if you snitch, yessir, you’ll get murked around here
Pop-pop-pop, you’ll hear shots around here
Don’t run now ‘cause you’re a little stuck around here
Hang with us and you’ll prolly get a tattoo of a tear
These Bloods, Latin Kings, and my n*ggas you gotta fear mane!
[Verse 3]
You ain’t ‘bout this life little n*gga you’re a queer
Gang fight start when you’re like 9 around here
This poverty line longer than my 9 right here
And the employment line in my hood a little short over here
Broski keep the 40 and I ain’t talking ‘bout a beer
Looking for a prostitute, you can look everywhere
They stay posted like some f*cking stop lights ‘round here
My n*ggas got cake and it [?] our bakery ‘round here
Powdered donuts? Nah, that’s coke over there
That golf course ain’t grass, it’s weed everywhere
Coke value in my hood is cheap around here
Don’t come to my hood, you don’t get anywhere
f*ck the cops, my n*ggas set the law around here
Up there, down there, hell a n*gga don’t care
Mess with me and my n*ggas will be in a hood near you
By the way, we’re broadcasting in a hood near you, b*tch