Doe Boy and Babyface Ray - ONNA HOOD

Doe Beezy
Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some'
Hood nigga, make the Trackhawk like a Lamb' truck (Face what up?)
Gang

Niggas, say they want the smoke until you really bring the drama
I walk in, you see that .40 and I don't mean Balenciaga's
I ain't tryna be your friend, I'm tryna fuck your baby mama (fool)
I rolled in like fifty Bentleys, but I shot like fifty Hondas (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Used to be the plug 'til I took 'em down (let's go)
I don't give a fuck, I'ma buss if I pull it out (boom, boom, boom)
Pussy better run, you see us with the hoodies out (err)
Ice was 'posed to make me cool it down, pop a pill, fuck it, I'ma booted now
Nigga play, I let it go, never snitch you better know
Ain't it crazy how my money talk but it never folds? (That's crazy)
Sniper peekin' through the scope, fuck it, go run through the door
I got all this Gucci, think my closet smokin' Pookie Loc (oh, really?)
You ain't got your own gun, pussy boy, who tool is that? (Well damn)
Ran up in your trap and took your shit and you was cool with that (pussy)
I really think I'm trippin' still ain't see me act a fool yet (fool)
Young nigga, I was stealin' out my teachers school desk (Doe Beezy)
My young nigga never lack, the glizzy in his school desk (damn)
I be geeked up, but never been a teacher school pet (woo)
Dior on my body, I put ice all on the crew neck
They said they was fuckin' with the gang, shoo, who crew is that? (Oh really?)

Closet like 'em all now (mm-hmm)
Foreign law, I crawled out (what?)
Chrome Heart, drug appeals (what?)
You don't even jugg, huh? (Mm-mm)
Smokin' weed, runnin' lights
Screamin', "Fuck the laws," huh? (fuck 'em)
Movin' like I'm Tommy Buns, we'll tear your town down (yes, sir)
Got it on a beam with me, I ain't never seen niggas
Dr. Pepper cream soda, I just put some lean on it
I don't even know what these is, these Japanese denims (these Japanese)
Put 'em on for a test run, I'ma tryna put some G's in it (how much?)
I'ma Toxicnese, drugs I be mixin' (drugs I be mixin')
Fuckin' up my kidney, say she want a picture (say she want a picture)
Threw her ass in the truck with me, I think she wanna lick me (come on)
Sixty racks all blues on me, long live Nipsey (long live Nipsey)
Nah, I ain't Crippin' (mm-mm), nah, I ain't blood (mm-mm)
Just a thug nigga (mm-hmm), raised with drug dealers (yeah)
Killers in the club with us (yeah), better be cool (yeah)
Think these niggas doin' it for clout, you could make the news (boy)
I was workin' overtime, had my name in every room (huh)
Cop three times then rob 'em, that's how you make the move (how you make the move)
No more free game though, let a freak put my chain on
Let the gang run the train on 'em, had to grind to get a bankroll
They sleep on me, Face keep goin'
Top drop back, AC on
Throw ten racks, play these songs
Percocet's, fuck me glowin' (fuck me, girl)
Get a check (yeah), fuck these hoes (yeah)
Goin' for it, four feet long (yeah)
Touchdown dance on 'em (dance), Wavy Gang stand on it (wavy)
Poppin' rubber bands on 'em (poppin'), now I got her friends comin' (yeah)
I-I-I own the hood, nigga, pay me when you land on it
Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some
Hood nigga, make the Trackhawk like a Lamb' truck
Way before corona, I had the mask on (me)

Written by:
Marcellus Register, Cotrell Dennard

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Lyrics © ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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