Hood n*gga lyrics

That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
(Hey, turn me up cuh)
(Talk my sh*t, n*gga)

Look, look
b*tch, I'm still a hood n*gga eatin' noodles on the porch
I ain't got no wheels still drive this b*tch to court
Insurance lapse twice but my cuz got the plug
So I'm good for a minute, I'm just slidin' through the hood
(?) to myself, one seven of the goods
Dutchie Masters only, I ain't f*ckin' with the Woods
OG Black & Milds, n*gga, I ain't freakin' sh*t
Naw, you can't have my Backs I gotta share this with my b*tch

You know why they call me Shooter? Cause I'm really with the sh*ts
On the play-ground robbing kids for they Twix
Had to up the toolie cause my barber wasn't sh*t
He got lucky that I didn't get to shootin' in this b*tch
Took that n*gga clippers, I ain't payin' for this sh*t
Man, I love self-scan, pay for that but takin' this
Middle man (?) took a ounce out that b*tch
And I did your b*tch's taxes, she ain't gettin' back sh*t

Yeah, I hit your baby momma, kids call me Uncle Shooter
I ain't gotta buy no Henny, she get to it off of a cooler
Freak lil' b*tch, got my thumb all in her booty
Had to hit her on the floor, the bed was louder than the music
40 ball king, you get it if I got it
You can earn an extra ten if you smuggle these narcotics
And I ain't scrapping sh*t, if I got it then I'm poppin'
You get hit then that's on you, swear to God that ain't my problem

You ain't Worldstarring sh*t, b*tch, I put that on my momma
I'll stunner your b*tch ass, then I'll leg drop your toddler
I'll roundhouse your sister, cuh, DDT your father
I'll shoot this b*tch up, if you short me on the dollar, n*gga
(Hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, I can't help it I'm a hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, hood n*gga)
(I'm a hood n*gga)
(Ay)
(I can't help it I'm a hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, I can't help it I'm a hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, hood n*gga)
(I'm a hood n*gga)
(Hood n*gga, I can't help it)