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Hoody Flee
Flee Lord
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Grrt
I don't think they know what we 'bout to do, Spesh
Ayy, do it, God
Spazzin' on a Trust beat, trappin' with your ex-freak (Uh)
I ain't gotta clap him, I just slap
Him into next week (Fuck outta here)
Mobbin' 'cross the globe while you borrow fuckin' clothes (Pussy)
Powder got you froze, puttin' dollars up your nose (Sniff)
Never on the grind (Huh), you just follow up with hoes
When they ask me what he claim, I say
"I don't even know" (I don't even know)
Kicked him out the kitchen when we talkin' on some raw
Need some blunts for these runts, sent him
Walkin' to the store (Get those Backwoods)
Cakes gettin' baked, ain't no coffee gettin' poured
Blowin' eighths in your face while we auction off your store (Grrt)
Pussy lack bars like a minimum prison
Flee, I'm corporate when I talk it with the criminal vision (Salute)
Before I feed him the clip, try to give him some wisdom
Kept reachin' for his shit, lil' bitch didn't listen (Grrt)
Now we prayin' for his soul while we weighin' all these Os (Shit)
If it happened broad day, know the neighbors even know (Ruh)
It went from pans on the stove (Whip) to fans at my shows
I'm a hoodie nigga, never spent no bands on no clothes
(Yo, pass that chopper, Lord, I'm tryna get high)
I'm a hoodie nigga, never spent no bands on no clothes
(Yeah, ain't nobody swipin' over here, nigga
We gettin' out the mud, huh? Grrt, beloved)
I'm a hoodie nigga, never spent no bands on no clothes
Used to wheelie on the Dyno, now I'm dealin' all these vinyls (Facts)
Runnin' through these shows got me feelin' like a rhino (Woo)
Songs 'bout survival, strugglin' and bubblin'
Sometimes I broke even, we ain't always doublin' (Fuck)
Almost at my peak, I speak for the weak (Salute)
You found out, so now you gotta creep through the streets (Hah)
I walk with my head up, Lord talk, gettin' bread up
Outworked everybody, now these pussies all fed up
Bass in my Beats, it's no longer in my pots (Pots)
I'm all my niggas got, so I'm brawlin' for my block (Come here)
With Trust on the boards, we gon' scuff all the whores
Fuck an award, I'd rather get bucks from a tour (I need that bread)
My jux gang, they just put an order on your watch (Your watch)
And they comin' for it even if you call
The fuckin' cops (Grrt), yup (Yeah, boom)
And they comin' for it even if you call the fuckin' cops
It went from pans on the stove (Whip) to fans at my shows
I'm a hoodie nigga, never spent no bands on no clothes
(Yo, pass that chopper, Lord, I'm tryna get high)
I'm a hoodie nigga, never spent no bands on no clothes
(Yeah, ain't nobody swipin' over here, nigga
We gettin' out the mud, huh? Grrt, beloved)
I'm a hoodie nigga, never spent no bands on no clothes
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