Hoods Hottest

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
AG fuckin' B, niggas know
Free AR
Yo, Spat, you're makin' the hit
Free Sus
Free Wavey
RDA
Free the fuckin' real ones innit, niggas know
Let's get it bro, just cheff it, bro
Jump out gang, get your head back blown
Let's get it bro, just cheff it, bro
Jump out gang, get your head back blown

[Chorus]
Jumped in the ride, we gettin' there now (Right now)
'Cah I'm gettin' impatient (Ahuh)
Man buck an opp and I'm swingin' my arm
I'm wettin' man down pon pavement (Right now)
Like if I got the whoosh then I lace him (Grrt, baow)
No tracin', every opp block we invadin'
Run him over quick, no escapin', look (Right now)
If I lean out the ride with a woosh
Hit with the leg, have his whole body shakin' (Bro bun him)
Bro-bro spilt pints of blood (Rah)
So you know that the shit don't faze him (Damn right)
We pull up on your block, watch you freeze up, pause (Freeze up)
Watch them all do leggy (Bitch)
Me and bro-bro's two waps up
And we tryna fling corn at headies (Beat dat)
The .32 beat like an opp block jezzy (Beat dat)

[Verse 1]
Two hands on when I close like Fetty
I pepper down beef, the kid get cheffy (Ying him up)
Gang unit tryna recall the kid
'Cah they know man's a well known problem
They want the kid locked up constant
Jail mode had me kickin' my door
Ayy, big man, better buss my flat (Ayy, buss my flat, buss my flat)
I can bet he won't come to the wing
I put on my gloves and you know it's a wrap (Damn right)
If we talk about the AGBs
First to touch, you know our guns get slapped
My man was talkin' shit on the net
Ha, that twenty got his head back whacked (Haha)
My man was talkin' shit on the net
Ha, that twenty got his head back whacked (Hahaha)
That twenty got his head back whacked
Everyone wan' talk about drills
But they never step foot on this dinger
Everyone wan talk about bootings
But they never handled that spinner
Like them boy make man laugh
Ha, funny, Mo Gilligan
Sweet one with a caramel skin, big back, it's jigglin'
Tell Mummy shoulda named me Smith &
The way I love rock with this Weston
If bro-bro's goin' on a glide
I'm goin' too and that's without question
Strika, you know I love a quick chase
And no I ain't talkin' quizzin'
Should've crouched up quick and see misery
We rammed RO, made him fly like pigeon

[Chorus]
Jumped in the ride, we gettin' it now (Right now)
'Cah I'm gettin' impatient (Damn right)
Man buck an opp and I'm swinging my arm (Swing it)
I'm wetting man down pon pavement (Swing it)
Like if I got the woosh then I lace him
No tracing, every opp block we invading
Run him over quick, no escapin', look
If I lean out the ride with a grrt
Hit with the leg, have his whole body shaking (Baow)
Bro-bro spilt pints of blood, so you know that the shit don't faze him
We pull up on your block, watch you freeze up, pause
Watch them all do leggy
Me and bro-bro's two waps up
And we tryna fling corn at headies
The .32 beat like an opp block jezzy

[Verse 2]
Me and bro tryna lick the boy down from a range
Latex on, seat back in this Rover
Like if I don't see nothin' now
Give it an hour and we're comin' back over
Swear to God, I done so many laps to the point that my head back's dizzy
Strike-mode, AG, I get busy, adrenaline boost when I grip this glizzy
Trench coat and a blacked out attire
They've attempted four, but the kid's on fire
Experienced rider, prolific slider
Make a wrong move, I'll bine ya
Make a wrong move, I'll slime ya
Like make a wrong move, I'll bine ya
Like make a wrong move, I'll slime ya
Make a wrong move, I'll bine ya, bine ya

[Chorus]
Jumped in the ride, we gettin' it now
'Cah I'm gettin' impatient
Man buck an opp and I'm swingin' my arm
I'm wettin' man down pon pavement
Like if I got the woosh then I lace him
No tracin', every opp block we invadin'
Run him over quick, no escapin', look
If I lean out the ride with a woosh
Hit with the leg, have his whole body shakin'
Bro-bro spilt pints of blood
So you know that the shit don't faze him
We pull up on your block, watch you freeze up, pause
Watch them all do leggy
Me and bro-bro's two waps up
And we tryna fling corn at headies
The .32 beat like an opp block jezzy