Hood Rich lyrics

[Intro]
(Stacc, you hard, fool)
(Twonnie)
Fifty K strapped up in my pocket, that's when every street n*gga feel they hood rich

[Chorus]
Call me rude, but if you broke, I ain't tryna be all cool with you (Nah)
b*tch, I'm chasin' paper (Okay), I'm not with all that lil' bullsh*t (Hell, nah)
That Glock on me, full clip (Glocked up)
Plugged in, fifty K cash (Racks)
That's when every street n*gga feel they hood rich (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Never been on bullsh*t (Nah)
Always been that same n*gga (Same n*gga)
Bottom boy (Bottom boy), still that same n*gga before that fame hit (Big Tello)
Ain't nothin' changed but my chains, n*gga (Them rackaids)
Ain't nothin' changed but my chains, pus*y (Ice, ice-ice)
Seen Burberry coat by myself, staying in my own lane, n*gga (f*ck you)
Can't take no loss, so everything I do, I'm tryna gain, n*gga (Evеrything)
Real big stepper, try mе and I bust yo' f*cking brains, n*gga (b*tch)
Grape Street cripping, try me, make lil' cuh gon' crack yo' head, boy (Fah, fah, fah)
Smoke with me, we spin yo' block until y'all all dead, boy (Fah-fah-fah)
Fifty K, dirty money, stashed up in that duffel bag (Dope boy)
b*tch, I'm hood rich, I'm havin' sh*t you n*ggas dreamed to have (Dreaming)
All this goddamn ice on me, I need to take a steamer bath (Cut me off)
Project baby, I used to sleep with the roaches, now it's back in past (Uh-huh)
Pull up, skrrt, skrrt off (Gone)
Margin, Bartle, Bensy (Off White), 43, I took the skirt off (Drop top)
Switch up, purple Trackhawk (Bye-bye)
I heard your paper getting loaned (It's crazy)
Just heard the opps goin' broke (Broke-ass n*gga)
Before the fame, been havin' motion
I'm richer than your CEO (Big Tello, that's cool)
[Chorus]
Call me rude, but if you broke, I ain't tryna be all cool with you (So, f*ck a n*gga)
b*tch, I'm chasin' paper (Them rackaids), I'm not with all that lil' bullsh*t (Hell, nah)
That Glock on me, full clip (That .30 round)
Plugged in, fifty K cash (Okay)
That's when every street n*gga feel they hood rich (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Always been the same n*gga, that's just the way I am (Been the same n*gga)
Never been that type of n*gga to fold up in that jam (Nah)
Go out like I came in (Yup)
Since I lost my dawg, I ain't had no friends (Flippa)
Twenty K all blues, man (Blues, man), my racks thin (Racks, racks, racks)
All straight off the block, n*gga
I stamp that, ask anybody around me, n*gga (I stamp that)
Ain't no motherf*cking cap in my rap, man (No, there ain't no cap) We ain't doing no more pulling cash out of motherf*cking hat, n*gga
You dig, Jack? (I'm really livin' this sh*t, n*gga)
I know you n*ggas wanna kill, but you gotta feel me
You finger-dill me? (Ayy, Big Grape)

[Verse 2]
Stacking this sh*t 'til I can't no more (Stacking it)
Remember them days had to sleep on a pallet on the floor (f*ck, on the floor)
Never goin' broke no more (Nah), I put that sh*t on my Grandma (My Grandma)
We ain't chasing these b*tches, we chasing these commas (Commas)
Racks to the sky and they keep getting taller (Rackaids)
Got choppas, on choppas, on choppas, on choppas (Choppas)
It's 'bout to be a motherf*ckin' hot summer (Hot summer)
Them folks ain't the plug 'cause you know I like cash in the couch (The couch)
Too many cars, had to go buy another house
Thirty K, flawless gang, diamonds all in my chain (Thirty K)
Don't f*ck with these rappers, these rappers do nothin' but cap (f*ck 'em)
All these faggot-ass n*ggas (b*tch)
Stop trusting these maggot-ass b*tches (Thottie)
Don't get caught lacking, lil' n*gga (Nah)
Glock shoot automatic when I pull it (Brrt, bah)
b*tch, I'm hood rich (Fah, fah)
Ride 'round fifty K stuffed in my pocket (Big cake) with that dirty stick (Chopped up)
Big Grape, I get dirty wit' you (Big Grape)
Glock 9 with the 30 clip (30 round)
Gang-gang, yeah, we purging sh*t (Gang, gang-gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we hurting sh*t (Gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we murkin' sh*t (pus*y)
Gang-gang, yeah, we dumpin' sh*t (It's Big Tello, n*gga)
[Outro]
b*tch, I'm hood rich
Ride 'round fifty K stuffed in my pocket with that dirty stick (Rackaids)
Big Grape, I get dirty wit' you
Glock 9 with the 30 clip (Fah, fah-fah, glah)
Gang-gang, yeah, we purging sh*t
Gang-gang, yeah, we hurting sh*t (Gang, gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we murkin' sh*t (Gang, gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we dumpin' sh*t (Gang)