ONNA HOOD lyrics

[Intro: Doe Boy & Babyface Ray]
How you do them?
Doe Beezy
n*gga, pay me though
Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some
Hood n*gga, make the track hawk like a Lamb truck
Gang

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
n*gga, say he want the smoke until you really bring the drama
I walk in, you see that .40, now I don't mean Balenciaga's
I ain't tryna be your friend, I'm tryna f*ck your baby mama (Who?)
I rolled in like 50 Bentleys, but I shot like 50 Hondas (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Used to be the plug 'til I took 'em down
I don't give a f*ck, I'ma buss if I pull it out (Boom, boom)
pus*y better run, you see us with the hoodies out
Ice was 'posed to make me cooler now, pop a pill, f*ck it, Im booted now
n*gga play, I let it go, never snitch you better know
Ain't it crazy how my money talk? But it never folds (It crazy)
Sniper peekin' through the scope, f*ck it, go run through the door
I got all this Gucci, think my closet smokin' Pookie Lo (Oh, really?)
You ain't got your own go, pus*y boy, who tool is that?
Ran up in your trap and took your sh*t and you was cool with that (pus*y)
I really think I'm trippin' still ain't see me at the foo yet (Foo)
Young n*gga, I was stealin' all my teachers school desk (Doe Beezy)
My young n*gga never lacked the glizzy in his school desk
I be geeked up, but never be a teacher school pet (Woo)
Dior on my body, I put ice all on the crew neck
They said they was f*ckin' with the gang, shoo, who crew is that?(Oh really?)
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Closet like the mall now(Mm, hmm)
Foreign lock, crawled out (What?)
Chrome Heart, jogger pants (What?)
You ain't even jog, how? (Mm, hmm)
Smoke weed, runnin' lights
Screamin', "f*ck the laws" huh (f*ck 'em)
Movin' like I'm Tommy Buns, we will take your town down (Yes, sir)
Got it on a beam with me, I ain't never seen n*ggas
Doctor Pepper, Cream Soda, I just put some lean on it
I don't even know what these is, these Japanese denims
Put 'em on for a test run, I'ma tryna put some G's in it (How much?)
I'ma toxicnese, drugs I'll be mixin' (Drugs I'll be mixin')
f*ck around, I'ma kill you, say she want a picture (Say she want a picture)
Do her hair, send a track with me, I think she wanna lick me (Come on)
60 racks up, blues on me, long live Nipsey (Long live Nipsey)
Nah, I ain't crippin', nah, I ain't blood
Just a thug n*gga, raised with drug dealers
Killers in the club with us, better be cool (Yeah)
n*ggas, n*ggas doin' it for clout, you could make the news (Boy)
I was workin' overtime, I ain't have any room (Huh)
Cop three times, then 'round us, how you make the move? (How you make the move?)
Long live free gang up, let a freak put my chain on
Let the gang run the train up, let a grammy get a bankroll
Flex up on me, face keep goin'
Top drive back, AC on
Throw ten racks, play these songs
Percocet's, f*ck, we gone (f*ck me, girl)
Get a check (Yeah), f*ck these hoes
Goin' for it, four free long (Yeah)
Touchdown dance some, way we gon' stand on it
Pop a rubber bands on it, now I got her friends comin' (Yeah)
On-on a hood, n*gga pay me when you land on it
Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some
Hood n*gga, make the track hawk like a Lamb truck
Way before Corona, I had the mask on (n*gga)