Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Ballad, artist - SOB X RBE. Date of issue: 26.09.2018
Song language: English
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 |