Niggas in the hood
I’m ’bout my profit, if I rob plug, I’m the socket
Run that shit up, bitch, I’m Sonic
Feelin’ iconic, need my dick wet, I’m aquatic
My life a comic, bitch, I’m lit, electronic
This the new wave, catastrophic
Smokin’ on chronic, rockin’ black flag, feel like I’m gothic
In my hood, I’m trending topic
You outta pocket, my bitch, she foreign, exotic
I’m bout my skrilla deposits, in love with narcotics
Drip on your bitch like the faucet
Hate be so rubber, the love is so toxic
Groupie hoes eat me up like I’m chocolate
Day ones with me, nigga, clique hoppin’
Shooters with me, I’m too known to be boxin’
Niggas hoes on Twitter bе flaugin’
See me out and—
See upcoming rap shows
Get tickets for your favorite artists
Smoke that ganja, that’s that loud pack, have yo’ ass smackеd (Uh-uh)
Click-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat (Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff (Ayy)
Pull up on the block, what’s good? (Niggas)
Try me, wish a nigga would (Niggas)
Try me, hit you with the wood (Niggas)
Misfits, misunderstood (Niggas)
Never been these Hollywood (Niggas)
This goes out to the hood (Niggas)
Police pull up and pop (Niggas)
All they wanna do is drop (Niggas)
Spin a nigga block, we gon’ aim at the top

A$AP Rocky Ft Denzel Curry Ft PlayThatBoiZay – HOODLUMZ

Capital punishment like we were backed by the government
Boys on my avenue runnin’ shit, wait, wait, wait, hol’ up (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
We made you history, ’cause we rewrote it
Wet up your body, that nigga eroded
Move with emotion, you left with no motion
If it ain’t opps, what the fuck am I smokin’?
Smoke that ganja, that’s that loud pack, have yo’ ass smacked (Uh-uh)
Klick-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat (Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff
Grab-grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff
Grab-grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff (Uh)
Twenty clips, hollow tips, hit, rip through a nigga bitch hip
Now she got a slip disc, rip
All I hear is “R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.” shit
Rest in peace, so you know it’s only right I rip this shit here
Nigga, my nigga, lil’ nigga, my nigga
Make it a word, make it a verb
Nigga, lil’ nigga, lil’ nigga, lil’ nigga
(Nigga? Fuck is wrong with you?)
My weird homie rock a blond lace like ’98 Eminem
Him again, nail paint, art–, hell nah, I ain’t feminine
I’m way too gifted, trippin’, I’m feeling conflicted
This lifestyle is way too addictive
Fuck it, get lifted, my boy got a plug on prescriptions
I’m sick without feeling no symptoms
Still ain’t no cure for the sickness
Feel like my sisters look better as strippers
All of my brothers is headed to prison
No love for the sick or the dead or no victims, nigga
Niggas in the hood