Lil Hood

[Intro]
(Racks)
Huh, yeah, yeah
Watch out!
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I'm still walking around in lil' hood
It's the only thing make me feel good
[ Pluggott [O] ,like wassup? (Wassup)
So much weed that's around, like wassup? (Wassup)
Wassup!?
You out, like the ATM, bustin' (Bustin')
Went outta town, had t] stick with my cousins
We in the box, why these niggas musty? (Musty)
We in the box, and your boyfriend real bummy
It was nothing at first, he turned it into somethin
Might/ [If I]
Catch him down bad lackin I'm on that (Yeah)
We was just fully on that
My stick a Gen5, ain't no throwback
You [whoo...'?] commercial, [?] [like throwback?]
This bitch havin ass she might throw that
Lil boof' had it first, and you know that
Man how the hell niggas ain't know that? (Know that)
I took nigga' picture like kodak
He got too hot on that block, I [exploded??]

[[Bridge]
To my cup, I miss you, I really really wanna kiss you
Open ya mind up, let me mix you (Mix you)
You cried on my hand, nigga needed a tissue (Tissue)
I love you that way, even though i tried diss' you (Diss you)
I tried to say I wouldn't comeback, I'm here now (Here)
Had to send him the cart, nigga can't even hear now
[Fuckin with?] Boof' nigga, know that I've been down

[Verse 2]
Relax, I'm throwin send outs
Like, what's your location, lil' baby gone send [out/that?]
Thought I was regular, I'm at the penthouse
Shawty can just chill with us if she not [pimped out?]
I think I lost, my dog, the way I ran out, of [?]
[Store runnin', man, he need him a lot?]
Who woulda thought I'd trust bro, he's a barber
I showed him the place where we lay the Glock's
I gotta extended clip, on my Glock
No nigga wan' fuck with us, it's a dead-end job
Lil' bro said he want some munyun, funyun
So I just gave him a job
Them nigga's can't laugh bout nun-yun, nun-yun
Cause they ain't get no guap
I'm out celebrating, with nigga's that's gettin' it, and nigga's that's on top
This bitch wanna get it, 'n get it, 'n get it, until a nigga can't stop
She's thinkin', I'm with Bryson Tiller, and with all these niggas, I'm really, I'm not
She think that I wrote this song, but this shit really off top
I'm thinkin' I'm so alone, I'm paving the way, tryna die like [Lenin?]
And I can't go out, no spendin'
I walk in the bank, with plenty of Benji's
Hey, I told that nigga "Get with me," yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
(Je crois qu'apres avoir vu ca, on peut mourir tranquil)