Shit sometimes you know
A girl just want that hood type of love
Ya feel me
That riding through the streets
Leather seats laid back
Black and mild, smoking that good gas
Blowin out the windows
That speaker bumpin
That 90's Jamz thumpin
Finger on the trigger
She got that liquor running through her veins
Looking for trouble
I'm talking bout that hood type of love
Ya feel me
That good type of hood love...
I like it when he cop an attitude
Imma cop one right back
(F*ck you taking about nigga)
He's the only nigga imma ever let slide like that
Cause he gone always stay strapped
And he know I always got his back
As we riding smooth through the city
Gun loaded loaded
Cocked and ready
Might stop and get some liquor
We might rob 'em while we at it
Feenin like two addicts
F*ckin up the scene in our designer jeans
Like Bonnie and Clyde
My ride or die
Always down to slide
Hit a lick, pick up the bricks
Flip the block then we on to the next city
In our '97 chevy
Green rolling
(Green rolling)
Engine roarin
(Engine roarin)
Liquor pourin
(Liquor pourin)
Let 'em know...the crew in town
We got that hood love
Hood love
Hood love
That good love
Good love
Good love
We got that hood love
Hood love
Hood love
That good love
Yeah
Im your Bonnie
Bonnie Bonnie B, B, Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie
You're my Clyde, Clyde, Clyde, Clyde
Im your Bonnine Bonnie Bonnie
B, B, Bonnie, Bonnie
You're my Clyde, Clyde, Clyde
Mmm....let's slide