Hood Rat lyrics
by Jose Guapo
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I ain't had a girl in a long, long time
I don't even know what love feel like
Girl how you gon' hang in the hood all the time
And you don't even know what thugs feel like
I'm screamin' f*ck these b*tches, it's money over b*tches
I smoke one to the head then I take that to the grave
I'm screamin' f*ck these b*tches, it's money over b*tches
I smoke one to the head then I take that to the grave, uh
[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
She said she ain't never ever date a thug
That's because all she ever date is strubs
Roll it up, all we ever smoke is drugs
I'm connected, b*tch I bet I know the plug
I'm with a driver, sh*t I think I'm George Bush
I hope out smokin', smellin' like a pound of kush
She wanna f*ck my tattoos like the song say
I'm high, so this b*tch look like Beyonce (she bad)
The baddest b*tch actin' like she not a groupie
Yeah right ho, she know she can't even fool me
And she know I'm a hood star
I can't f*ck one, she know I need two or more
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I ain't had a girl in a long, long time
I don't even know what love feel like
Girl how you gon' hang in the hood all the time
And you don't even know what thugs feel like
I'm screamin' f*ck these b*tches, it's money over b*tches
I smoke one to the head then I take that to the grave
I'm screamin' f*ck these b*tches, it's money over b*tches
I smoke one to the head then I take that to the grave, uh
[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Let me kick my pimpin', hold up, wait, listen
Met a b*tch named Diamond, I told her mines glistenin'
Aww, that n*gga main ho missin'
I seen that girl strippin', should've seen how I was tippin'
Like clothes designer, my b*tches from the hood
Had a b*tch that went to Howard, she thought she was too good
Got a b*tch that steal clothes, got a b*tch that make juggs
Pick 'em up before they fall like a real n*gga should
In love, I need a Girl that sell the blanco
A b*tch that help a n*gga whip up all this damn coke
Got your Instagram crush with me 'round the yo
Your b*tch be on the pole, my b*tches be in fashion shows
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I ain't had a girl in a long, long time
I don't even know what love feel like
Girl how you gon' hang in the hood all the time
And you don't even know what thugs feel like
I'm screamin' f*ck these b*tches, it's money over b*tches
I smoke one to the head then I take that to the grave
I'm screamin' f*ck these b*tches, it's money over b*tches
I smoke one to the head then I take that to the grave, uh