YKB TOONK - Come to da hood

Damn, BT
They like the young niggas with the drip
With a bddrr ba on they hip
Pull up with a ten hoppin out of my whip
Feet all white like milk
True to myself i don't step with no grip
B*, givin' too much lip
Every time you walk, nigga, why do you trip
Nigga, do you know what I sip
She say dat I'm rude, can't help it
I ball like I play for the Celtics
I like my hoes smart with a brown complexion
Make sure the bun real messy,
I was 13, used to stay on the scene
And Jahleel show me love when I come to the hood
Ticket was 50, she only had 40
I f* with her son, so I told her she good
I'ma get drunk, I like being f*d up
I pour me a cup, before I roll me a wood
She wanna leave, cause she think I'm a cheat
And that's usually me, so I understood
Toonk you to greatest, and toonk you a hater
It's gettin' redundant I heard it befo I heard it
Spent me 400 on hoodies and clothes
You can smell my cologne before I walk through the door
Pulled out 300, she say I got money
That sh* givin' bummy, I knew she was poor
I'm at my highest, my phone gon' explode
They ain't hit me, or check on me when I was low
F* all the fame, I be runnin' the game
Wear a bracelet, & chain just to walk in the store
They like the young niggas with a drip, with a drip
Wit a bddrr ba on they hip pull up with a 10, hopping out of my whip
Feet all white like milk
True to myself, I don't step with no grip
B* Giving too much lip
Every time you walk, nigga, why do you trip
Nigga, do you know what I see
We different Fahrenheit, this sh* not Fair in height
B*, you a parasite, I live in paradise
She throw it back, I'ma catch it like jerry rice
B*s & liquor, we do that sh* every night
I spent a grip so we practically married, right
Boy, when I talk, that sh* deeper than barry white
Look at my closet like what I'ma wear tonight
Ain't get your name, but you said it was Sarah, right
They like the young niggas with a drip
With a drip
With a bddrr ba on they hip pull up, with a ten, hop out of my whip
Feet all white like milk
True to myself, I don't step with no grip
Bih giving too much lip
Every time you walk, nigga, why do you trip
Nigga, do you know what I see
She said that I'm rude, can't help it
I ball like I play for the Celtics
I like my hoes smart with a brown complexion
Mix it up, bond real messed
I was 13, used to stay on the scene in Jahleel
Me love when I come to the hood
Ticket was 50, she only had 40
F* with her son, so I tell her she good

Written by:
Cayvian Wakeley

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