Glock on my waist
Just caught a case
You do me poorly
I do your face
Bag is on lock
Back to the block
They tried to rob me
Three niggas rot
Put my heart in it
You cannot end it
You think you done it all
Nigga you didn't
Heart is on ice
20K, nice
Nigga you dealin
Run up that ice
Pour up a fo'
Take it to go
Don't wait up for me
I'll be back with some mo'
Silly ass niggas think they know about me
But I'm watching you as you head out through the door
Got double cups
Tell me what's up
Bad bitch and she got double cups
We f*ckin' and drinkin' and smokin' and lickin'
And after I'm done, take you back to the club
Hate bein' sober, you know what's good
I wasn't shit growing up in my hood
If you know about me, you'd know bout my hustle
Cos ain't no such thing as a halfway crook
My money, my baby, how about you
My niggas is wavy, how is your groove
I'm gettin' my gravy, so nigga move
You don't want these bullets flying through you
Back to the basics
Back to the start
Momma on alcohol
Daddy on rock
Bad kid in school
Smokin' was cool
Chillin' with gangbangers and dope dealers
I ain't live by the rules
Wake on the 5th
Wake up the kids
Police and landlord
Here to evict
Sick of this shit
Sick of these licks
Sick of your opinions
Sick of your shit
20 round mags
Aim at your rags
My nigga you feel me, I'm after the racks
You bussin' at me and I'm bussin' right back
You f*ck with my bag and you catching a cap
Payback a bitch
But she my bitch
I'm pistol-whippin' a bitch to get rich
I'm at it again and you better not flinch
I'll end your shit 'fore you run and go snitch
Hate bein' sober, you know what's good
I wasn't shit growing up in my hood
If you know about me, you'd know bout my hustle
Cos ain't no such thing as a halfway crook
My money, my baby, how about you
My niggas is wavy, how is your groove
I'm gettin' my gravy, so nigga move
You don't want these bullets flying through you
Axela LF - In My Hood Lyrics
Axela LF - In My Hood Lyrics
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Glock on my waist
Just caught a case
You do me poorly
I do your face
Bag is on lock
Back to the block
They tried to rob me
Three niggas rot
Put my heart in it
You cannot end it
You think you done it all
Nigga you didn't
Heart is on ice
20K, nice
Nigga you dealin
Run up that ice
Pour up a fo'
Take it to go
Don't wait up for me
I'll be back with some mo'
Silly ass niggas think they know about me
But I'm watching you as you head out through the door
Got double cups
Tell me what's up
Bad bitch and she got double cups
We f*ckin' and drinkin' and smokin' and lickin'
And after I'm done, take you back to the club
Hate bein' sober, you know what's good
I wasn't shit growing up in my hood
If you know about me, you'd know bout my hustle
Cos ain't no such thing as a halfway crook
My money, my baby, how about you
My niggas is wavy, how is your groove
I'm gettin' my gravy, so nigga move
You don't want these bullets flying through you
Back to the basics
Back to the start
Momma on alcohol
Daddy on rock
Bad kid in school
Smokin' was cool
Chillin' with gangbangers and dope dealers
I ain't live by the rules
Wake on the 5th
Wake up the kids
Police and landlord
Here to evict
Sick of this shit
Sick of these licks
Sick of your opinions
Sick of your shit
20 round mags
Aim at your rags
My nigga you feel me, I'm after the racks
You bussin' at me and I'm bussin' right back
You f*ck with my bag and you catching a cap
Payback a bitch
But she my bitch
I'm pistol-whippin' a bitch to get rich
I'm at it again and you better not flinch
I'll end your shit 'fore you run and go snitch
Hate bein' sober, you know what's good
I wasn't shit growing up in my hood
If you know about me, you'd know bout my hustle
Cos ain't no such thing as a halfway crook
My money, my baby, how about you
My niggas is wavy, how is your groove
I'm gettin' my gravy, so nigga move
You don't want these bullets flying through you
Just caught a case
You do me poorly
I do your face
Bag is on lock
Back to the block
They tried to rob me
Three niggas rot
Put my heart in it
You cannot end it
You think you done it all
Nigga you didn't
Heart is on ice
20K, nice
Nigga you dealin
Run up that ice
Pour up a fo'
Take it to go
Don't wait up for me
I'll be back with some mo'
Silly ass niggas think they know about me
But I'm watching you as you head out through the door
Got double cups
Tell me what's up
Bad bitch and she got double cups
We f*ckin' and drinkin' and smokin' and lickin'
And after I'm done, take you back to the club
Hate bein' sober, you know what's good
I wasn't shit growing up in my hood
If you know about me, you'd know bout my hustle
Cos ain't no such thing as a halfway crook
My money, my baby, how about you
My niggas is wavy, how is your groove
I'm gettin' my gravy, so nigga move
You don't want these bullets flying through you
Back to the basics
Back to the start
Momma on alcohol
Daddy on rock
Bad kid in school
Smokin' was cool
Chillin' with gangbangers and dope dealers
I ain't live by the rules
Wake on the 5th
Wake up the kids
Police and landlord
Here to evict
Sick of this shit
Sick of these licks
Sick of your opinions
Sick of your shit
20 round mags
Aim at your rags
My nigga you feel me, I'm after the racks
You bussin' at me and I'm bussin' right back
You f*ck with my bag and you catching a cap
Payback a bitch
But she my bitch
I'm pistol-whippin' a bitch to get rich
I'm at it again and you better not flinch
I'll end your shit 'fore you run and go snitch
Hate bein' sober, you know what's good
I wasn't shit growing up in my hood
If you know about me, you'd know bout my hustle
Cos ain't no such thing as a halfway crook
My money, my baby, how about you
My niggas is wavy, how is your groove
I'm gettin' my gravy, so nigga move
You don't want these bullets flying through you
Writer: Bryan Perdomo
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