Joey Trap - Hood Shit lyrics
[Joey Trap - Hood Shit lyrics]
Aye, Plugg aye, Plugg, drop that shit
Man I came in this bitch and I came in hot
Got the dope make a fiend, prolly Millie rock
I was just 17 chillin' on the block
If she say she In love she a silly thot
Man, I used to be grinding
Just selling grams
Ain't no wallet, my pockets got rubber bands
Don't got friends
We not cool if you not my fam
Now there's fur on my coat like I'm Killa Cam
I'm in my bag, the busiest
Look at my Rollie, the chilliest
She giving top, the silliest
On that Ducati, I wheelie it
I think someone left my stove on
Bro, what the fuck?
'Member used to take the bus home
Now it's Audi trucks
Used to Uber bitches home
As soon as they ain't wanna suck
But we got one thing in common
We ain't never give a fuck
Look, in my hood there's robbers
Killers dealers and the dope fiends
Bro sell molly
Coke and OxyContin with the codeine wait
Yeah, this that hood shit
Hit me for the price
Because you know we got that good shit
Yeah, bitch, I'm hood rich
Coulda bought a house, I got a chopper
Issa a good stick
I been in SD like the Chargers
Grew up New York when I ain't have a dollar
I was out trapping 'cause I'm not a scholar
Shout out that money, turn me to a monster
Now Gucci on me I walk with a check
Bro got a pistol, I walk with a TEC
You talkin' shit then we catchin' the wreck
She fall in love but I just wanted neck
Just wanted bread, it put me on the block
I'm my own boss, no, I'm not on the clock
We come from nothing, turn that to a lot
Just 17 with a band and a Glock
You could get shot by a savage nigga
I went from hungry to having, nigga
Ain't no Houdini no magic, nigga
All that I know is we spazzin', nigga
We spazzin', yah
Yeah, this that hood shit
Hit me for the price
Because you know we got that good shit
Yeah, bitch, I'm hood rich
Coulda bought a house, I got a chopper
Issa a good stick
Man I came in this bitch and I came in hot
Got the dope make a fiend, prolly Millie rock
I was just 17 chillin' on the block
If she say she In love she a silly thot
Man, I used to be grinding
Just selling grams
Ain't no wallet, my pockets got rubber bands
Don't got friends
We not cool if you not my fam
Now there's fur on my coat like I'm Killa Cam
I'm in my bag, the busiest
Look at my Rollie, the chilliest
She giving top, the silliest
On that Ducati, I wheelie it
I think someone left my stove on
Bro, what the fuck?
'Member used to take the bus home
Now it's Audi trucks
Used to Uber bitches home
As soon as they ain't wanna suck
But we got one thing in common
We ain't never give a fuck
Look, in my hood there's robbers
Killers dealers and the dope fiends
Bro sell molly
Coke and OxyContin with the codeine wait
Yeah, this that hood shit
Hit me for the price
Because you know we got that good shit
Yeah, bitch, I'm hood rich
Coulda bought a house, I got a chopper
Issa a good stick
I been in SD like the Chargers
Grew up New York when I ain't have a dollar
I was out trapping 'cause I'm not a scholar
Shout out that money, turn me to a monster
Now Gucci on me I walk with a check
Bro got a pistol, I walk with a TEC
You talkin' shit then we catchin' the wreck
She fall in love but I just wanted neck
Just wanted bread, it put me on the block
I'm my own boss, no, I'm not on the clock
We come from nothing, turn that to a lot
Just 17 with a band and a Glock
You could get shot by a savage nigga
I went from hungry to having, nigga
Ain't no Houdini no magic, nigga
All that I know is we spazzin', nigga
We spazzin', yah
Yeah, this that hood shit
Hit me for the price
Because you know we got that good shit
Yeah, bitch, I'm hood rich
Coulda bought a house, I got a chopper
Issa a good stick