Inahood (Woodz)

[Intro]
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?

[Verse 1: Almighty Suspect]
Nigga said he gon' smoke me, bitch, I'm in the hood
Big ass pole on me, wish a nigga would
Smoke, bitch, it come for free, put 'em in the 'Wood
Everything froze on me, bitch, I'm living good
Tell that bitch, "Don't say shit," I ain't ask you
Fuck, then I call her a Lyft, bitch, I'm that dude
I'd hit her best fried too, yeah I'm that rude
Tell these niggas catch up, I done passed you
All these niggas that I'm with they'll smoke you
All these bitches gettin' hit, I done told you
Big ass 40s on my hip, I'll blow you
Nigga you a whole ass bitch, I expose you
I was tryna hit niggas' blocks, they was never out
Lil' nigga stay in school, take a better route
Prayin' to the whip with this faith, hit a nigga house
Whole lotta juice in my cup like I'm in the South
Landlord on a nigga block, I'll kick 'em out
We'll slide up late night, see what you about
Bitch didn't even see my bed, hit her on the couch
I was just tryna get the head, put it in her mouth
All these niggas ride dick, they some homos
I'll bounce out of the whip with the .44
Everything foreign, lil' bitch, ain't no low-low
Everything fabo', bitch, like I'm Loso
Heard niggas talkin' on the 'Gram like they need that
We'll pop up, we don't give niggas feedback
Putting hoes down, I'm just tryna get my cheese back
Blue face hunnids, I'm just tryna let my cheese stack
All this gold on me, bitch, I'm bust down
All these hoes on me 'cause I'm up now
Six rings, three plus three, that's a touchdown
'Member she was hot in school, she's a bum now

[Verse 2: Ace Cino]
Bitch say she gon' blow me while I smoke a 'Wood
Hunnid dollar steaks with the lobster, I be eatin' good
When I move to Beverly Hills, I'ma keep it hood
Skrrt down Slauson, R.I.P. Neighborhood
Bullets get to hittin' like the motherfuckin' drum kickin'
Beef with Ci-Ci, at least one deaf bum wit' it
Beef with Ci-Ci, y'all niggas better bome with it
This shit period, so you know I'm 'bout to run with it
These niggas couldn't stop me if they tried to
Slide down a pussy nigga block like the drive through
Oh that's yo' bitch? I been fuckin' like she mine too
Who told you you was real? Y'all been lied to
I keep packin' in a mansion, got a hunnid bitches dancin'
Got a hunnid different choppas and a hunnid different hands
Got a hunnid different hustles, made a hunnid different bands
And they know I'm with the Mafia, they know just who I am
I know they don't wanna see us on top
Ball me Ci-Diddy 'cause you know a nigga won't stop
Me and Suspect makin' these bitches jaw drop
Found a three of red, now I need me a small pop
I'll never change up, R-G-S the motherfuckin' mafia, they favorite
The shit that these lil' niggas rap about made up
I'd never throw in the towel, niggas gave up, they couldn't make a lay up
She make her ass move when she stand still
Bro said I could run it up out in Nashville
Young blood snort everything but Advils
Grippin' on this bitch, I don't need one ad-lib
Where the Percs? I need a dose
Pour the drank, make a toast
Yo' bitch wanna give me throat, she gotta eat my bitch first
I'm the illest on this earth, all these tat's, fuck a shirt
Real gutta shit, I really got it out the dirt (Dirt, dirt, dirt)