BIG30, Pooh Shiesty, DeeMula - Neighborhood Heroes lyrics

(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
(Turn me up, YC)
(Th-th-th-th-think we found a LoopHole)
Let's go
Blrrd
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Damn

Uh, can't seem to keep no bitch
'cause hoes say I'm too bougie
I do too much
I told the opps, "I'll be on
Point" they hit the block
We flipped the truck
Just bought a Cartier, two watches on
My shit just hitting up
Bro smoking gas, fill me up
Poppin' Percs just to heal me up
Couple niggas tried to play with me
Bet they won't play no more
(Doot, doot, doot)
Niggas snakes, I can see it in they face
They just be playing they roles
I'm surrounded by killers
My niggas wipe niggas' nose
(Huh?)
Fuck around, wipe a nigga ass (Come here)
Crack a nigga head 'bout that cash
(Oh, yeah)
I can't let up on my opps
So when we catch 'em
We might chase 'em home
(Come here)
Better not let him slide, he gotta die
All my niggas gone
Just blew 'bout fifty racks today
Broke out them racks today
And I ain't never been the computer type
But I got that MAC today
(Ah, doo, doo, doo)

Ayy, wasn't gone take that lil' bitch
Down until I popped that Percocet
(Until I popped that Percocet)
Percocet, be perfect sex, exotic Glocks
These Glocks and shit
(This Glock look like a Nerf)
Just chopped shit with Hennessey 'fore they
Bought me that purple 'Vette
(Skrrt, skrrt)
And, yes, I'm known for toting
Glocks, whacking opps, bitch
We murking shit
(Blrrd, blrrd)
Came up with the same niggas
Smoking dope, popping painkillers
Bet they know my name, need
Thirty shots to your brain
Nigga
(Blrrd)
Stop acting like a bitch speaking on wax
You need to change up
(You need to change up)
Big body, AMG 63
(Skrrt)
I'm a lane switcher (I'm a lane switcher)
(Blrrd) CGE, pussy, I'm CEO
(Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Blrrd)
Better not give my cash to no man
I'm the one gon' up the score
(Bet I'll up the score)
I'm the one gon' lay down with them
Ants 'til you come out your door
(I'll get up off the floor)
'Bout my cash, I'm at your throat (Oh)
Thirteen shots, step out and blow (Oh, oh)

Ayy, I fuck with this gangster
Ho, she killed before
I'm loving that
Exotic Glocks, we tote the best
Best not come around with a TEC
Drop a bag, find where he hiding
I send my lil' ones where he at
(Ayy, where he at?)
I'm the first one rich out my apartments
I just noticed that
(I just noticed that)
Been drawing guns since a kid, fast forward
It led to this
(It led to this)
They labeled me certified
(Certified)
I'm too legit with the sticks
(With the sticks)
Can't be scared to take a life
We already taking risks
(Been taking shit)
Four shots and two people
Died, when we slide
I'll never miss
(Never miss, on God, on God)
Ayy, we ain't wasting bullets, bitch
We shoot to kill
(For real)
I still got gun powder on me
I'm fresh off a drill
(For real)
Don't know 'bout other rappers
Me and 30 spitting for real
(Blrrd)
Big Shiesty for president
I need my own dollar bill
(Go)
Man, why am I still sliding? I'm
Supposed to be in the hills
(The hills, ha ha)
The SRT get to sliding, I controlled it
I'm having skills
(Let's go)
Dropping bodies ain't nothing
Every new one give me a thrill
(Blrrd)
Ain't no retaliation, I'ma slide first
(Let's go)
Choppa Gang, that's for life
Tell 'em write that over my hearse
(My hearse)
Could never stack me a ten
Now it costs that much for a verse
(My verse)
I'm finger-fucking the Glizzy
I sit back and watch it squirt
(Squirt, squirt)
He died before he could see the doctor
He couldn't get a nurse
(Nope)

Blrrd
He couldn't get a nurse
Blrrd
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Blrrd, blrrd