Lyrics Hood Ballad - SOB X RBE, DaBoii, Yhung T.O.

Hood Ballad

Oh, oh, oh
I can’t stop hittin' licks I’m addicted
Can’t stop totin' the stick I can’t risk it
I can’t stop ridin' round with' extensions
Doin' 50 in this coupe on a mission
Now I gotta walk around with' like ten bands on me
Last time I spring ten still had ten on me
I got my family and my bitch that depend on me
Rollin' around with' this chop hope you prayin' for me
All these niggas want me dead I got red on me
Put a beam on my Glock he got red on him
But every time I see niggas they ain’t sayin' nothin'
I got some niggas in the Rich that be head huntin'
Leave a nigga where he stand bloody
And I been dead broke but not dead ugly
'Cause when we slidin' on yo' block it get dead ugly
Lil' brother squeeze that Glock 'til it jam for me
I ran up these bands and got brains
When I got that call I just fainted
They don’t ever know it’s real 'til we aim
After I hit a nigga up I get faded
These niggas ain’t never cared about me 'til I made it
Niggas only hung around me 'til it got dangerous
Give this fame for my niggas I would trade it
And we gon' keep this trap lit 'til they raid it
Up this chop make you famous
Fuck you and them niggas that you hang with'
And you can die with' them niggas that you gang with'
Where I’m from we don’t got it so we take shit
Speakin' on that gang you a dead man
Nigga fuck yo' dead family and yo' dead friends
Nigga we with' all that shit if you ain’t know it
Twenty thousand on my kick it got me frozen
You ain’t never seen a hundred grand
Better yet, you ain’t never seen a fuckin' band
For this life a nigga had to take a chance
All these fuckin' diamonds, ain’t got shit to do but dance
Got a mind of a maniac like Boosie
This life a nigga live is a movie
Bust down, paid $ 850 for these Gucci’s
You a grown man livin' with' yo' mama, yo' ass pookie
Bein' broke was gettin' old I had to run it up
Got thirty in my pocket plus it’s thirty tucked
If it ain’t thirty bands or better gang ain’t showin up
Don’t get yo' ass laid down for shit you throwin' up
Fuckin' with' them suckas got him tagged up
Chuck ten at the bitch then she facted up
Niggas want me knocked down so I’m gassed up
And let a nigga reach for this chain I’ma act up
Bitch
He ain’t with' all that shit he say he 'bout all in them songs
What you gon' do?
We take the trip to go bounce on yo' dog
You ain’t got nothin' to do with' that boy you sound like a frog
Thick bitch come over here make it bounce in your thong
Can’t give out my trust no more
Got some lead up in the clip this shit’ll touch yo' soul
Niggas got they hand outs when I’m the one they owe
And every time I’m on the mic I make 'em go take notes
Nigga we with' all the shit, like the bubble guts
Say I look like my pops I’m like I barely even know a bruh
Ho ass nigga I can’t wait to pull a whole one
Why put you on some game when you the type who wouldn’t soak it up?
And I ain’t even at the top but I’m headed for it
How long you been up on yo' ass?
You need a metal for it
And when they leach and you condone it they gon' beg for more
And nigga life a game of chess this ain’t no checker board
Fuck around and lost my mind with' all these demons in me
Fuck, fuckin' on that bitch tryna fuck on my drizzy
All this bud and this Henny I’ma need a kidney
Still function off these drugs hope a nigga tempt me
I won’t leave the house without it like it’s stuck to me
Niggas mad, up in they feelin’s they can’t fuck with' me
Niggas fakes and niggas snakes I don’t trust many
First nigga shootin' fuck duckin' watch me dump 50
Fuck yo' patna poppin' up at nigga’s candle lights
Mandatory with' that chop, like Miranda rice
Ooh shit, I meant Miranda Rights
I don’t cooperate with' law I keep my hammer tight
Rollie on me, bust down, watch me drown they ass
Forty bands on me soft, bitch I paid in cash
Prayin' on my downfall got these niggas mad
He ain’t want these shots, Worldstar we had to beat his ass
Nigga