Hood Rich

[Intro]
(Stacc, you hard, fool)
(Twonnie)
Fifty K strapped up in my pocket, that's when every street nigga feel they hood rich

[Chorus]
Call me rude, but if you broke, I ain't tryna be all cool with you (Nah)
Bitch, I'm chasin' paper (Okay), I'm not with all that lil' bullshit (Hell, nah)
That Glock on me, full clip (Glocked up)
Plugged in, fifty K cash (Racks)
That's when every street nigga feel they hood rich (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Never been on bullshit (Nah)
Always been that same nigga (Same nigga)
Bottom boy (Bottom boy), still that same nigga before that fame hit (Big Tello)
Ain't nothin' changed but my chains, nigga (Them rackaids)
Ain't nothin' changed but my chains, pussy (Ice, ice-ice)
Seen Burberry coat by myself, staying in my own lane, nigga (Fuck you)
Can't take no loss, so everything I do, I'm tryna gain, nigga (Evеrything)
Real big stepper, try mе and I bust yo' fucking brains, nigga (Bitch)
Grape Street cripping, try me, make lil' cuh gon' crack yo' head, boy (Fah, fah, fah)
Smoke with me, we spin yo' block until y'all all dead, boy (Fah-fah-fah)
Fifty K, dirty money, stashed up in that duffel bag (Dope boy)
Bitch, I'm hood rich, I'm havin' shit you niggas dreamed to have (Dreaming)
All this goddamn ice on me, I need to take a steamer bath (Cut me off)
Project baby, I used to sleep with the roaches, now it's back in past (Uh-huh)
Pull up, skrrt, skrrt off (Gone)
Margin, Bartle, Bensy (Off White), 43, I took the skirt off (Drop top)
Switch up, purple Trackhawk (Bye-bye)
I heard your paper getting loaned (It's crazy)
Just heard the opps goin' broke (Broke-ass nigga)
Before the fame, been havin' motion
I'm richer than your CEO (Big Tello, that's cool)

[Chorus]
Call me rude, but if you broke, I ain't tryna be all cool with you (So, fuck a nigga)
Bitch, I'm chasin' paper (Them rackaids), I'm not with all that lil' bullshit (Hell, nah)
That Glock on me, full clip (That .30 round)
Plugged in, fifty K cash (Okay)
That's when every street nigga feel they hood rich (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Always been the same nigga, that's just the way I am (Been the same nigga)
Never been that type of nigga to fold up in that jam (Nah)
Go out like I came in (Yup)
Since I lost my dawg, I ain't had no friends (Flippa)
Twenty K all blues, man (Blues, man), my racks thin (Racks, racks, racks)
All straight off the block, nigga
I stamp that, ask anybody around me, nigga (I stamp that)
Ain't no motherfucking cap in my rap, man (No, there ain't no cap) We ain't doing no more pulling cash out of motherfucking hat, nigga
You dig, Jack? (I'm really livin' this shit, nigga)
I know you niggas wanna kill, but you gotta feel me
You finger-dill me? (Ayy, Big Grape)

[Verse 2]
Stacking this shit 'til I can't no more (Stacking it)
Remember them days had to sleep on a pallet on the floor (Fuck, on the floor)
Never goin' broke no more (Nah), I put that shit on my Grandma (My Grandma)
We ain't chasing these bitches, we chasing these commas (Commas)
Racks to the sky and they keep getting taller (Rackaids)
Got choppas, on choppas, on choppas, on choppas (Choppas)
It's 'bout to be a motherfuckin' hot summer (Hot summer)
Them folks ain't the plug 'cause you know I like cash in the couch (The couch)
Too many cars, had to go buy another house
Thirty K, flawless gang, diamonds all in my chain (Thirty K)
Don't fuck with these rappers, these rappers do nothin' but cap (Fuck 'em)
All these faggot-ass niggas (Bitch)
Stop trusting these maggot-ass bitches (Thottie)
Don't get caught lacking, lil' nigga (Nah)
Glock shoot automatic when I pull it (Brrt, bah)
Bitch, I'm hood rich (Fah, fah)
Ride 'round fifty K stuffed in my pocket (Big cake) with that dirty stick (Chopped up)
Big Grape, I get dirty wit' you (Big Grape)
Glock 9 with the 30 clip (30 round)
Gang-gang, yeah, we purging shit (Gang, gang-gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we hurting shit (Gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we murkin' shit (Pussy)
Gang-gang, yeah, we dumpin' shit (It's Big Tello, nigga)

[Outro]
Bitch, I'm hood rich
Ride 'round fifty K stuffed in my pocket with that dirty stick (Rackaids)
Big Grape, I get dirty wit' you
Glock 9 with the 30 clip (Fah, fah-fah, glah)
Gang-gang, yeah, we purging shit
Gang-gang, yeah, we hurting shit (Gang, gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we murkin' shit (Gang, gang)
Gang-gang, yeah, we dumpin' shit (Gang)