Testo My Hood - Aystar
Testo della canzone My Hood (Aystar), tratta dall'album STIZZY
Yeah
Put the food on the scales and I'm baggin' it
I can pin a whole box in twenty minutes
The flake comes as raw as that steak that you're eatin'
The weed comes as stinky as that pussy that you're beatin'
I'm a Scouse kid but I've got links like a Cuban
I'm Rick Rubin, I'm executive producin'
I'm not makin' beats, huh
I'm cultivatin' cannabis on streets, I ain't fuckin' with no deets
I used to creep through and throw your weed in some bedsheets
Now I'm tryna work out me expenses on some spreadsheets
I think I might've went over me budget
Babe, that's a real gun, please don't touch it
She thinks that it's plastic, I told her that it's polymer
It's stronger than plastic, when it slaps, you'll do backflips
I got this nigga thinkin' that he's match fit
Cool, we'll let the Glock 9 teach him gymnastics
When I slap this, nigga, I don't need practice
One shot'll have him swimmin' in the sea like some catfish
Bro bought the extended mag' and now it's lookin' like a MAC clip
Man'll empty that mad quick (Yeah)
In my hood
Niggas don't wanna see you make it so you gotta stay strapped
In my hood
You gotta deal with a lot of snakes and fake shit
You gotta keep a strap, without a strap, you're naked
You don't wanna be attendin' a wake
Or find yourself gettin' robbed (Nah)
Me boys are shottin' food out the flats
And they're sittin' there with a big
Glock, they stay ready (Stay ready)
You ain't never been to war (No)
And had multiple gunmen at your door
It's pressure, a man like you fold under pressure
Me? I grab the Beretta, V for Vendetta
I've always rapped sick but as I age, I get better
I was in jail, you didn't send me no letter, huh
She had a man but I made her get wetter
That's why she fell in love with the kid
I've got the magic touch, when I touch, they get lovesick
Never used to like it, now she loves to suck dick thanks to me
She knows how to squirt thanks to me
She knows how to pin up some work thanks to me, huh
She even goes to work thanks to me
Before me, she was happy on the dole with no P, I had to change that
You'll soon see me in that Range
I need a 9 with a laser, I can hit you from a range, let's go (Baow)
In my hood
Niggas don't wanna see you make it so you gotta stay strapped
In my hood
You gotta deal with a lot of snakes and fake shit
You gotta keep a strap, without a strap, you're naked
You don't wanna be attendin' a wake
Or find yourself gettin' robbed (Nah)
Me boys are shottin' food out the flats
And they're sittin' there with a big Glock, they stay ready
In my hood, nigga, huh
Don't go there if you're not from there, nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Blackburn, Louis Teja Sanghera, Aaron Davies Ferguson
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