Lyrics Out the Hood - Gunna

Out the Hood

Run that back, Turbo
I’m out the hood, but I’m hood melodic
I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished
Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming
Look at all this money, this is our summer
I’m out the hood, but I’m still a hood baby
Yeah, I’m still going crazy, make these labels pay me
Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy
I’m chasing this paper daily, fuck these niggas who hate me
I’m a shining star, keep a bodyguard
Bitch, I can’t be poor, put that 'Cat in sport (Skrrt)
Whip like seven more
All my kids ain’t gon' have chores (Nah)
Rolex, no Michael Kors
Crib come with a gym and a mini-golf course (Golf course)
Hittin' it off of the slam, and ball in the rim when I score
Smoke a lot of grams, you would’ve thought I knew a grower
Sip more than an ounce, I never imagined what I’d pour
Don’t know the amount
I’m out the hood, but I’m hood melodic
I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished
Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming
Look at all this money, this is our summer
I’m out the hood, but I’m still a hood baby
Yeah, I’m still going crazy, make these labels pay me
Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy
I’m chasing this paper daily, fuck these niggas who hate me