Lyrics Leave the Hood - Smoke Boys, Aj Tracey

Leave the Hood

It sounds like Nyge
Look
Only stars on my track
Tings in cars we don’t lack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
I did the most for that rack
We been chasing that sack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
Only stars on my track
Tings in cars we don’t lack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
I did the most for that rack
We been chasing that sack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
Casper mode off the map
Country roads we can’t trap
Only due to the fact
I leave the hood and come back
Don’t do it for views and all that for your smart mouth we could just lose all
of dat
Big guns I’m usual on dat
Don’t stay calm mans gonna use all of dat
In the park I need practice
Testing arms and with ack
Chillin' off gelato and yap with a golden one massaging my back
Them are just spoofin' man are like proofin' livin' in truth and facts
Not bad yutes in fact they’re twats can’t leave the hood and got tats
Leave the hood and come back
I just stepped out the mansion
Country lanes to the ends
Making history with gangdem
Spend the p’s then comeback
For the paper done plenty
Chop a brick I ain’t sensei
Passenger I’m with Wendy
See me with wah and AJT know everyting locked (wah)
Cooking up a jawn no chaser sipping on henny not voss
Do stage got moshpits peng tings showing their bras and tops
Leave the hood leave the hood back to the ends why not?
Look
Only stars on my track
Tings in cars we don’t lack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
I did the most for that rack
We been chasing that sack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
Only stars on my track
Tings in cars we don’t lack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
I did the most for that rack
We been chasing that sack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
(Mm-hmm)
Things in cars we don’t lack
Tinted car like who’s that
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood for the bags
Do the road with the gang (mm-hmm)
Groupie hoes wanna bang
Did studio with a (brrr-rrrrr)
'Cause last time I did lack
Street ting on tracksuit maf
Get racks with the rack and gang
He got splashed and his bredrin ran
I think she’s on man like a tap
I think she wants to give a man hat
She eat that cause she bad now mm-hmm gyal come come to the mansh
Wah, wah
Still endsy (ergh)
Still dere wit me friendsy (wah)
Man a real 'ustler (huh, huh)
Done 'nough and plenty (wah)
I was a lickle dead ting (wah, wah)
Now the gyal think that I’m sexy (huh)
Still link my gyal (wah, wah)
Still get neck from necky (ergh)
She know I’m a starboy (wah)
But she still wan' teck me (easy)
Still under me sensei (yeah, yeah)
Ayo light me a blessy (wah, wah)
Slow flow (huh)
Man dis is closs (wah)
Still closs go back for a rass (wah)
Look
Only stars on my track
Tings in cars we don’t lack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
I did the most for that rack
We been chasing that sack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
Only stars on my track
Tings in cars we don’t lack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back
I did the most for that rack
We been chasing that sack
Leave the hood and come back
Leave the hood and come back