HoodStar lyrics

[Intro]
(peso, how you do that?)
(ANTII)
n*gga
Ayy

[Verse]
Glocks out on Nightingale 'cause the block hot (On 21, n*gga)
Free Whoadie, we the reason they got shot-spotters (It's the gang, free the thugs, n*gga)
Know the deal, we some Rottweilers
Two baby 26s, these are not toddlers (Not toddlers, n*gga)
How you let them lil n*ggas get up on you? Those were just toddlers (Faceshot)
Took it to the chin, bet that jaw gon' need some barbed wire (Faceshot)
Can't match it, shouldn't start a fire
I really hate you n*ggas that's not tryna step (Step, n*gga)
You FaceTiming Trey B, who you n*ggas wet? (Set, set)
Finna slide through the, uh, all through they sh*t (Southside, n*gga)
Yeah, I'm slidin' through the North, all through they sh*t (Northside, n*gga)
n*gga, I'm all through they sh*t (5K, n*gga)
Yeah, my b*tch got jammed up, but she ain't tell 'em sh*t (Free my b*tch, n*gga)
Been had a, ah, n*gga, I ain't gon' tell you sh*t
Let me see you catch one since you think you better than
Ooh, here's the catch, it gotta be a sucka
I got one n*gga talkin' out, I made him ran from us
In the county, sucka K, made him roll it up (Sucker K)
Ooh, now I'm finna blow that hand off (5K)
Ayy, ayy, I feel delusional
Hop out with baby A and do the give-and-go (Boy, come here)
And this b*tch won't stop clappin', it hold fifty though
Want smoke, book me, n*gga, I'll do fifty shows (Fifty shows)
And this b*tch doin' di*k, she real freaky though (Freaky ho)
Free the thugs, I kinda miss 'em in my videos (Free the thugs)
sh*t, I'm to the neck (To the neck, n*gga)
We Southeast, 21, baby, this the set (I'm 21)
Repo this n*gga ho, I got her on demand
Smoove, pop this stupid n*gga up, snaking out your friend
b*tch, we used to hit licks, I couldn't afford no Benz
Now I'm bendin' blocks through the hood, they tryna shake my hand
[Outro]
Ayy, well, Slo-Be the hoodstar, n*gga
On my mama, n*gga, I be Slo-Be
Without me, there ain't no—
n*gga, Southeast, n*gga
What the f*ck you n*ggas talkin' 'bout, n*gga?
n*gga, I be Slo-Be, without me, there ain't no—
I'm so hundred proof
Ayy, n*gga, I'm so hundred proof
n*gga, I'm Slo-Be the hoodstar, n*gga, nah, but I'm so hundred proof
Without me, there ain't a, ah, n*gga, tell the truth (Boy, come here)