Fl!zz - Hood Hippie Lyrics

She see me and Beezy she f*ck with the duo
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah Flizz yeah!
Gang. Gang. Gang Ugly Gang. Yeah
Gang gang Beezy Gang!

Bitches wanna argue I can't give 'em the time
Sposed to be supportive but distract me from grinding
I'm rolling up this grammy with girl on the side
Lil baby get that cake and watch her come home to daddy
Fresh white T with Levi jeans I'm not too big on the fashion
I just bought a new outfit cause I like the smell of new fabric
I keep f*ckin up the package just so I can get high
Why would I lie man life's a bitch I'm just tryna get by (yeah)

I ain't gone f*ck up this time
Dropping my top. Smoking on gas she giving me top

I got the sack in my sock
Really mobbin we do not give a f*ck 'bout the cops

I wanna stunt with the gang
Cash out at the dealership. Like, "Naw you can keep change"

We lost our bros it won't be the same
Smoking with Gene like I told you so

Y-A F*cked up a check on a coat
She show me her titties I motor boat

I might just buy me a motor boat
But only for when I be f*ckin yo hoe

I bet that you never seen this before
You f*ck with my brothers we make you a ghost

Smoking skittle gum she put dick on her tongue swallow children lil baby the goat

(Yeah) I'm drippin sauce with my brother nem
I f*ck her and then I go f*ck her twin

She busting and I make her cum again
I fall back to this bread up

I fill my pockets with lettuce
I break down and smoke up this cabbage

P-poppin p-poppin them xannies. I think I done turned to a addict

Koolin with Trizzy
Ballin with BJ these hoes want a replay

We in the game like its EA
Ugly Gang. You know I'm up thee way

Talking my shit I'm with Envy
I wonder why you niggas envy

I mixed the Renny with Hemmy
Flizzie that nigga she know I'm her King. Bitch!