LYRICS
作词 : Matthew DeLuca/Maxie Lee Ryles III
作曲 : Matthew DeLuca/Maxie Lee Ryles III
Yeah, nigga
We gon' pop out, we gon' go to the hood
You see a nigga, you shoot a nigga
Watch out for the cameras
Watch out of the police, nigga
And don't tell nobody whatchu do
When you do, finish what you're doing, nigga
Grrr, bow
It's a movie, viral, bow, yeah
Pull up, let me show you around this place
See 'em little niggas on that gate? (Right there)
Should I punch him in his face?
Chill, lil' bro, you gotta wait
Then he better look the other way, huh, 'fore I put 'em on a chase
Damn, this lil' white boy laced
He 'bout to make us catch another case
You don't wanna be in no jailhouse
You don't wanna be with no jakes
Watch what I do, listen what I say
Copy my moves, follow my pace
Gotta take notes what's around you so you never make mistakes
My fault, Fivi', I'm new to this place
Yeah, huh, yeah
Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo'd up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain't shootin' no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter? (Bow, grrah)
Teach me how to drill
Let me flock, grab the wheel
I see the opps, nigga, chill (Bow)
Don't let 'em know we on his heels (Bow)
**** (Huh), did I **** it up?
Nah, you good Mabu, just keep it hush (Shh)
Let me pop this Perc' so I can focus up
Bring a demon outside with me at night (Bow)
You gon' know who did it when the face white
Yo, Fivi', pass me the trigger
White boy, but you my nigga (My nigga)
Yo, Mabu, lift them
If you play with his pups, you a victim
I walk in any hood, I'm good, huh
'Cause I'm with the dawgs, not a staple
Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo'd up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain't shootin' no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor (I do)
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter? (Grrah)
He looked like a single but white boy, get up on 'em
He can't say the word, I'ma say it for him
You not the biggest, I'm bigger
You just a broke lil' nigga
And I'm young and I'm richer, huh
Five bands on a fit, ha
Five bands on a fit
But your pillow looking like a tea bag, nigga (Huh)
See that nigga by the gate? (Yeah)
That's my rich homie, Drake
Oh shit, almost shot him by mistake (What?)
Hey, yo, bro, you need a break
It gets spooky when it's late (Huh)
Just keep a Glock, **** the mace
Haha, yo, Fivi', you really my, chill, that's a word you can't say
Oh, shit
Baby, welcome to the hood (Hood)
If you with us, you good (You good)
Yeah, Stichy (Stichy), huh, woo'd up (Woo'd up)
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh (I do)
And no, I ain't shootin' no schools up (He not)
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor (I do)
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter? (Grr, bow)
Uh-uh, slide through (Slide through, uh)
Don't let the opps find you (Stop, uh)
Keep your eyes behind you (Skrrt)
Get a chop 'bout you (Skrrt)
Just know, they try me if they try you (Bow)
And the whole gang will stand beside you (No cap)
Right or wrong, it's a lifestyle (Lifestyle)
Baby, welcome to the hood (Hood)
If you with us, you good (You good)
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo'd up
Backpack full of rulers (Bow)
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain't shootin' no schools up (He not)
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor (I do)
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter? (Bow, bow)
Huh, you know what's going on, nigga
At that drill, you come home, you eat that meal
Throw that gun away, take the gloves off
Don't bring it back to home, nigga
And don't tell nobody you went on a drill, nigga
And don't tell nobody who taught you how to go on a drill, nigga
Grraow
Organized Crime (YGA, YGA)
You did that, huh?
Felt like I brought my Italian roots back (Yeah)
Mob shit
Grr-bow
Shoutout my YGA niggas, it's Fivio Foreign
800 Foreignside, shoutout YGA, nigga
Fivio Foreign, Mabu, nigga
(YGA, YGA)
Hahahaha (YGA, YGA)