Hood Bitch

I smoke and get high like Project Pat

Leave a nigga in the trap like a project rat

You wanna fuck with my money bust a hole through ya hat

And leave you rotting in the sewer, you the water on tap

Cause me and my bitches don't play no more

Bum rush a nigga while he picks the juice at the store

Get him for his Christian Diors and Mauri gators

Niggas called the cops so we said "Come in, chase us"

Jesting every fucking skater for his skateboard

Wearing BBC denim, nigga, I'mma take yours

I'mma shake floors in my dry denim jeans

Black tee, black hair, and my lip gloss clean

I move like scene when I dip across the abstract

Got makeup leave the ticket on the dash

I'm looking for the cash cause I'm tryna' cop the double-trunks

Boys act stupid so you know I've got to double-bump

You're a woman like no other

You lift me when I'm down and blue

You make me care for you every day

There's no other in my life but you

Yeah, yeah

You like the way Sevens stay up on my hip

But the nigga don't never got something in they clip

Grip-grip got the chrome zip aimed at your lip

Never seen a young bitch pop like this

Yup, and the niggas really like this

Nameplate in the middle of my nice tits

Diesel and I'm higher than your flight is

On Verde day y'all playin' where the kites is

Stay steamin' where the sites is

Y'all bitches still gleaming at the prices

See through females like a psychic

She's mad cause her man wanna pipe this

She could fuck around and get chopped into slices

Body parts in the gutter where the crap dice is

And that one'll be a cold case

They found her head, it was missing her whole face

See I'mma scratch city

And I reach for the tech and spray

I spray just like Air Wick and Glade

But you won't smell white lilies and sage

Wow this little girl sounds insane

I've been listening to Wayne and piffing up the brain

Long black weave and a few gold chains

Semi-automatic and some real good brain

I spit heavy on the beat like I'm tryna' get the taste out

Them other niggas on it like they got the cake mouth

Seventeen, been hot since I came out

Got every whack rapper shaking like a change pouch

I make out then I send a nigga's face off

Then to the left, boy you gotta break out

Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you

And the fifth will leave pool on the floor with you

Bitches better get like me

Fuck love I keep a couple tricks up my sleeve

So when one leaves another nigga's in the elevator

So take the stairs, not the elevator