Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoody, artist - Yo Gotti. Album song Cocaine Muzik, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Be Great
Song language: English
Hoody |
For my niggas that’s a normal day |
Toting Glocks like it’s normal but they normally throw away |
On the real nigga I’m known to blow an O of dro a day |
Automatic haters yea the hoes know I’m safe |
Any bitch any caper i feel like i can pull it |
Get rich in the hood if the nigga had a deal on pussy |
Call me pullover, I’m so fucking hoody |
My eyes low I know, I’m so full of goodies |
CEO we at the block, all the pussys shookin' |
Load the k’s load the Glock find the rookies take they cookies |
Like Ricky Ross to the limit how I push it |
My money right I floss all day I bubba kush it |
I ain’t blood I ain’t g I ain’t crip like |
Before a nigga kill me, bet his life get tooken |
The number you got, call me for the dope or to book me |
Fuck my enemy i kill him fuck who looking |
Call me pullover I’m so fucking hoody |
My eyes low I know, I’m so full of goodies |
Call me pullover, I’m so fucking hoody |
My eyes low i know, I’m so full of goodies |
I’m so fucking hoody, I’m so fucking hoody |
Fuck my enemies I kill em fuck who looking |
I’m so fucking hoody, I’m so fucking hoody |
Fuck my enemies, i kill em fuck who looking |
Everyday I step out the house I’m hoping it’s a drought |
That means there’s money to be made you know what I"m talking about |
Cocaine prices right, niggas start taking shit |
Last year I sold a nigga 5 bricks of baby mix |
Heard the word on the town niggas talking bout killing me |
Down bad fucked up i know you niggas feeling me |
Riding with that Glock .40 looking in my rearview |
Riding down Adams then i make that right on Headveiw |
Riding through the south because North Memphis stupid hot |
Say the feds out, man I call them bitches super cops |
IND the label, but it’s like a game tho |
Serve me out your house |
Man I’m coming through that same door |
All black straps out you know what I came for |
Straight face plate, if you wanna then your brains go |
211 turned to 187 bout this foolishness |
Yo Gotti North Memphis we be on that bullshit |
Yesterday it was all black blame it on the Genesis |
Really I was lurking, plotting on a nigga I’m finna get |
People came to scoop some niggas, some of them finna snitch |
Streets finna dry up and we going to reap the benefits |
Cheap cheap prices shorty shipped outta memphis quick |
I flood cashville where it ain’t never been 10 a brick |
They hollering 10 a key but they ain’t really seen it |
I’m hollering 10 a half, and yeah I really mean it |
I’m riding rentals stay high and keep switching numbers |
You asked me why Because I’m focused, it was a busy summer |
The next time you see me, it might be on the news |
But I ain’t never scared, don’t get that shit confused |
Rap pays the bills but I’m strapped and I will |
Say fuck my deal what it is with the steel |
So go on throw your life away and blame it on the pills |
But I got niggas around me that do this shit for the thrill |
For real |