Hood Trophy
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
๐ ID: 10452817
๐ Lyrics
Mama used to beat me with my trophy
My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
I got a Glock .30 filled with zombies
I'm like a new pair of Loubs, niggas want me
I'm in some Off-White, niggas wanna off me
Pressa make the hood look like palm trees
First and furthermore, let's get this clear like Avianne
Pull up on his block, we shmurda shit just like we Bobby
This rap shit just ain't easy, for this shit you need a body
Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie
And why not? Just go blow some bands, don't wear no Reebok
Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer
Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun
He ain't killed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta
My niggas play your block, it's on repeat
My dawg underground like it's P3
Uzi shout me out on the TV
I keep sayin' I'ma blow, they won't believe me
My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies
These niggas, they bitches, they scared of police
The Feds hate a nigga, they stole my jewelry
Wassi a sav, he legendary
It's scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me
Pressa lock the city like a Dudley
My niggas swing around like a monkey
I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers
Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist bone
And ceelo's only time a nigga gamble
These niggas hesitate, they start to fiddle
Where I'm from, homicides go by the triple
Mama used to beat me with my trophy
My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
Real nigga, never stole out my mom's purse
Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar
Loyalty's a price, I can't rob her
I went from baller to a baller
I went from ball court to a bando
So much hand transactions, I got handles
It's fucked up how I made money on Granville
I'll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo
'Cause niggas nowadays, they so fake, man
Where I'm from, we take your gun if you're a wasteman
And all that sit-at-home shit, never rate that
I hit the road and got dirty on my way back
Niggas sit at home playin' video games
I learned to go and get it, by a minimum wage
My nigga's on your block, he needs to relocate
Shoot a nigga in his face, do it the Driftwood way
Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the drifter way, shit
Free my niggas, R.I.P. my niggas and shout all my bros
My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
I got a Glock .30 filled with zombies
I'm like a new pair of Loubs, niggas want me
I'm in some Off-White, niggas wanna off me
Pressa make the hood look like palm trees
First and furthermore, let's get this clear like Avianne
Pull up on his block, we shmurda shit just like we Bobby
This rap shit just ain't easy, for this shit you need a body
Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie
And why not? Just go blow some bands, don't wear no Reebok
Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer
Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun
He ain't killed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta
My niggas play your block, it's on repeat
My dawg underground like it's P3
Uzi shout me out on the TV
I keep sayin' I'ma blow, they won't believe me
My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies
These niggas, they bitches, they scared of police
The Feds hate a nigga, they stole my jewelry
Wassi a sav, he legendary
It's scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me
Pressa lock the city like a Dudley
My niggas swing around like a monkey
I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers
Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist bone
And ceelo's only time a nigga gamble
These niggas hesitate, they start to fiddle
Where I'm from, homicides go by the triple
Mama used to beat me with my trophy
My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
Real nigga, never stole out my mom's purse
Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar
Loyalty's a price, I can't rob her
I went from baller to a baller
I went from ball court to a bando
So much hand transactions, I got handles
It's fucked up how I made money on Granville
I'll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo
'Cause niggas nowadays, they so fake, man
Where I'm from, we take your gun if you're a wasteman
And all that sit-at-home shit, never rate that
I hit the road and got dirty on my way back
Niggas sit at home playin' video games
I learned to go and get it, by a minimum wage
My nigga's on your block, he needs to relocate
Shoot a nigga in his face, do it the Driftwood way
Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the drifter way, shit
Free my niggas, R.I.P. my niggas and shout all my bros
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.59] Mama used to beat me with my trophy
[00:13.25] My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
[00:16.54] My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
[00:19.41] I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
[00:22.73] I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
[00:26.26] Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
[00:29.55] Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
[00:32.95] Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
[00:35.91] I got a Glock .30 filled with zombies
[00:39.17] I'm like a new pair of Loubs, niggas want me
[00:42.50] I'm in some Off-White, niggas wanna off me
[00:46.39] Pressa make the hood look like palm trees
[00:48.86] First and furthermore, let's get this clear like Avianne
[00:52.18] Pull up on his block, we shmurda shit just like we Bobby
[00:55.27] This rap shit just ain't easy, for this shit you need a body
[00:58.32] Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie
[01:01.72] And why not? Just go blow some bands, don't wear no Reebok
[01:05.07] Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer
[01:08.36] Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun
[01:11.45] He ain't killed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta
[01:15.46] My niggas play your block, it's on repeat
[01:19.01] My dawg underground like it's P3
[01:22.36] Uzi shout me out on the TV
[01:25.18] I keep sayin' I'ma blow, they won't believe me
[01:28.66] My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies
[01:31.95] These niggas, they bitches, they scared of police
[01:35.33] The Feds hate a nigga, they stole my jewelry
[01:38.64] Wassi a sav, he legendary
[01:40.90] It's scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me
[01:45.18] Pressa lock the city like a Dudley
[01:48.14] My niggas swing around like a monkey
[01:51.29] I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers
[01:54.13] Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist bone
[01:58.08] And ceelo's only time a nigga gamble
[02:01.01] These niggas hesitate, they start to fiddle
[02:04.56] Where I'm from, homicides go by the triple
[02:07.95] Mama used to beat me with my trophy
[02:10.86] My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
[02:14.43] My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
[02:17.25] I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
[02:20.43] I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
[02:24.02] Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
[02:27.24] Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
[02:30.20] Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
[02:33.60] Real nigga, never stole out my mom's purse
[02:36.71] Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar
[02:40.62] Loyalty's a price, I can't rob her
[02:44.13] I went from baller to a baller
[02:47.29] I went from ball court to a bando
[02:49.58] So much hand transactions, I got handles
[02:52.67] It's fucked up how I made money on Granville
[02:55.15] I'll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo
[02:59.30] 'Cause niggas nowadays, they so fake, man
[03:02.03] Where I'm from, we take your gun if you're a wasteman
[03:05.74] And all that sit-at-home shit, never rate that
[03:08.76] I hit the road and got dirty on my way back
[03:12.39] Niggas sit at home playin' video games
[03:15.88] I learned to go and get it, by a minimum wage
[03:18.60] My nigga's on your block, he needs to relocate
[03:21.79] Shoot a nigga in his face, do it the Driftwood way
[03:25.76] Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the drifter way, shit
[03:31.84] Free my niggas, R.I.P. my niggas and shout all my bros
[03:35.49]
[00:13.25] My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
[00:16.54] My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
[00:19.41] I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
[00:22.73] I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
[00:26.26] Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
[00:29.55] Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
[00:32.95] Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
[00:35.91] I got a Glock .30 filled with zombies
[00:39.17] I'm like a new pair of Loubs, niggas want me
[00:42.50] I'm in some Off-White, niggas wanna off me
[00:46.39] Pressa make the hood look like palm trees
[00:48.86] First and furthermore, let's get this clear like Avianne
[00:52.18] Pull up on his block, we shmurda shit just like we Bobby
[00:55.27] This rap shit just ain't easy, for this shit you need a body
[00:58.32] Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie
[01:01.72] And why not? Just go blow some bands, don't wear no Reebok
[01:05.07] Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer
[01:08.36] Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun
[01:11.45] He ain't killed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta
[01:15.46] My niggas play your block, it's on repeat
[01:19.01] My dawg underground like it's P3
[01:22.36] Uzi shout me out on the TV
[01:25.18] I keep sayin' I'ma blow, they won't believe me
[01:28.66] My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies
[01:31.95] These niggas, they bitches, they scared of police
[01:35.33] The Feds hate a nigga, they stole my jewelry
[01:38.64] Wassi a sav, he legendary
[01:40.90] It's scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me
[01:45.18] Pressa lock the city like a Dudley
[01:48.14] My niggas swing around like a monkey
[01:51.29] I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers
[01:54.13] Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist bone
[01:58.08] And ceelo's only time a nigga gamble
[02:01.01] These niggas hesitate, they start to fiddle
[02:04.56] Where I'm from, homicides go by the triple
[02:07.95] Mama used to beat me with my trophy
[02:10.86] My teacher used to chase me through the hallway
[02:14.43] My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38
[02:17.25] I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K
[02:20.43] I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me
[02:24.02] Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me
[02:27.24] Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23
[02:30.20] Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me
[02:33.60] Real nigga, never stole out my mom's purse
[02:36.71] Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar
[02:40.62] Loyalty's a price, I can't rob her
[02:44.13] I went from baller to a baller
[02:47.29] I went from ball court to a bando
[02:49.58] So much hand transactions, I got handles
[02:52.67] It's fucked up how I made money on Granville
[02:55.15] I'll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo
[02:59.30] 'Cause niggas nowadays, they so fake, man
[03:02.03] Where I'm from, we take your gun if you're a wasteman
[03:05.74] And all that sit-at-home shit, never rate that
[03:08.76] I hit the road and got dirty on my way back
[03:12.39] Niggas sit at home playin' video games
[03:15.88] I learned to go and get it, by a minimum wage
[03:18.60] My nigga's on your block, he needs to relocate
[03:21.79] Shoot a nigga in his face, do it the Driftwood way
[03:25.76] Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the drifter way, shit
[03:31.84] Free my niggas, R.I.P. my niggas and shout all my bros
[03:35.49]