REP YO HOOD

[FROOT]
Check my kicks, Nike swish, man fuck all this shit
I'm diggin in the dirt like an ethnoarchaeologist
'stead of makin' visions, makin' bad decisions
Trust my intution, fuck the competion
I'm stuck in this position
I could use some ammunition
Watch my back, I'm on a mission
Cut no slack, use absolute precision
Boy Froot'll snap in a second
Got a dungeon full of weapons
Better watch where you steppin'
Pop off if you ain't reppin'
You ain't you ain't from my hood
Better get this understood
Get the fuck out for good
If you ain't to live or get shived, I don't give a shit
But you gotta leave or I'm about to throw a fit
Need to smoke some weed, drink some lean
Turn on the loop machine

Rep your hood man, rep your click (click)
If anybody talkin shit
Grip the wood, send em back to the dirt quick (quick) [x2]

[SHARXXX]
Never hatin' on my city though the pavements always shitty
And them vacant lots ain't pretty
Liquor store can't break a fifty
But it ain't phase a crazy caucasition like me
The place to be is wherever I'm at or else your shit gon end painfully
I be in them woods like a Pagan be, hatefully
Droppin DTP shit be so feverish like it was H-O-Tcheck it
We all gon' send yo bitch ass up in a freefall
If Boy Froot's the boy, then I'm girl and we a speedball
No police cars cuz my city's just got 3 cops
So I'm growin weed that's as tall as those fuckin' tree tops
Beat drops
But I never say no shit that matters, fuck your chatter
I'm the badass that's gonna make your ass a splatter
I can't stand no traffic
That's how come I'm stayin' off the map like hackers
You couldn't find me up in no phonebook or atlas son
Gatling gun, cans, and a cauldron in a shack
That's on the edge of a forest full of them apparitions, rats n' stuff