Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Hood, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stay Hood |
| I’mma stay hood til the day that I die |
| Yeah til the day that I die |
| I’mma twist this weed, my nigga, let’s get high |
| Yeah |
| I said I’mma stay motherfuckin’hood til the day that I die |
| Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, that’s just how I ride |
| I come from the hood where you don’t testify |
| Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin’eyes |
| All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain’t gon’feel ones, nigga |
| Fuck you thinkin'? |
| Have a fuck boy Pacquiao plankin' |
| Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin' |
| 50K for a show, no poppin' |
| Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears |
| Broke niggas can’t talk like this |
| Rolex on my main bitch wrist |
| Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots |
| Looks like I just stomped a nigga out |
| Get your man down, nigga, lights out |
| Shoot at your ass with that mouthin’about |
| He ain’t talk no more, what’s happening? |
| Outside your mama house, what’s crackin'? |
| Poppin’mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin |
| Geeked up, pull up, hyena laughin' |
| Them boys ain’t real, stop actin’like us In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust |
| I’m the only motherfucker that I really trust |
| In a bad bitch’s guts always |
| Countin’money like always |
| Gettin’money from three-ways |
| I could never, ever see no rainy days |
| Hollygrove in this motherfucker |
| I’m tired of all these big niggas |
| These motherfuckers like Robitussin |
| I’m rollin’up with my bitch, nigga |
| As a matter of fact, she roll it for me Swisher Sweets, swish, nigga |
| Hit that shit like an open jumper |
| Rest in peace Lil’Beezy |
| I wish my nigga could see me now |
| Motherfuckers better king me |
| I’mma walk around wearin’Jesus’crown |
| These niggas just pussy |
| I’mma let that chopper eat em out |
| Dead body in the bushes |
| Well that’s a bush you don’t beat around |
| Beat your ass with my skateboard |
| Weed loud like you make noise |
| I’m on them trees like Akon |
| My cellphone goin’napalm |
| Guns sound like bass drums |
| Young Money, drum section |
| Psycho ward, nigga 1−7, Tunechi! |