Hoods Hottest

[Intro]
(Zhocold Music)
(Ay MP run it up)

[Chorus]
I got fish in the rex, this ain't no clownfish
Robbed his sound, it could've been a Glee or a Browning
I was hands-on in the warzone, parked with the sprayer and mount it
Shout it, he talk wass, he ain't about it
Lowe it, put some money where your mouth is
You're in the bando countin' Spondulix
And can't even top up your niggas allowance
Every other day I make the kitchen sink
Or I'm on the other side tryna skid, then ping
Caught my man and we ripped his skin
Got him in the hospital tryna fix his ting
A dubs a dub and a L's a L
But anytime I see them boy it's a win
Give him a ying, blow him with the wind
And show him bout things

[Verse]
Give him a ying, I'll blow him with the wind
And show him bout things
My man got touched back then and we ain't heard shit
All now I don't know about him
[?] throwing him in, cause' marrows were blowing him in
My man got touched and didn't tell the bros, better not knowing the ting
If you got the drop and didn't go, won't sit right
So we gripped on the Skoda on the big bike
32 shots turn you off before midnight
Bro had a .25 tryna just ling high
Was a mad ting cause' the mash did jam up
I had to kick a man up and then we did run back
Tell me could you ever do a drilling on run flats?
I don't think you fucking could
On the way to go get 2 packs, so Suge
Okay details, 2 packs of buj
Two corners wrapped like a mummy
Nuttin' ain't funny til I get back to the hood, it's good, I'm calm
Don't ask me about no firearm
I'm the type of man to ask you if you sell that
If my mans got beef and he's tryna squeeze
I'm the type of man to say you have to shell that
Free my niggas locked in jail, all 39 getting burned through mail
My niggas on the block, always going through L
You ever see a man get chinged and it swells
On road GOV's ain't ringing no bells
Shotgun thumping, ringing off bells
It was us man giving them hell
If we get that drop we give bullet
If it's the other way round they wouldn't
Over the stove, treat the oil like pudding
I cut this grub, same yard I give wood in
Snake me, no she wouldn't, she shouldn't
But you know I can't trust these hoes
So water with a rusty nose
But you know I can't trust these niggas who walk with a rusty beater
That was me and Gob with a 4's and a 10 in the Mercs 2 seater
Getting shit heat up
We came to your block to clean up
Yesterday was us with a mini streetsweeper
We came to your block to clean up
Yesterday was us with a mini streetsweeper

[Chorus]
I got fish in the rex, this ain't no clownfish
Robbed his sound, it could've been a Glee or a Browning
I was hands-on in the warzone, parked with the sprayer and mount it
Shout it, he talk wass, he ain't about it
Lowe it, put some money where your mouth is
You're in the bando countin' Spondulix
And can't even top up your niggas allowance
Every other day I make the kitchen sink
Or I'm on the other side tryna skid, then ping
Caught my man and we ripped his skin
Got him in the hospital tryna fix his ting
A dubs a dub and a L's a L
But anytime I see them boy it's a win
Give him a ying, blow him with the wind
And show him bout things