London Yellow, TheyCallMeJeff - Stay Away from My Hood lyrics
[London Yellow, TheyCallMeJeff - Stay Away from My Hood lyrics]
Nigga feel like Famous Dex
Stay the fuck away from my hood
That's on everyone (My name Jeff)
(Real nigga music) I just got a new Glock
With my dad homies
Put some red dots on that nigga
Make him look like he got chicken pox
(This is a mothafuckin' exclusive, nigga)
Bitch, what you think's goin' on?
Yeah, stay up out my hood unless
You want to get shot (Pussy)
I have friends that punch a whole lot
(They got arms)
Hit you in bad place, make you say ouch
(yeah) when I was three
I was trappin' off the couch (Nigga)
Shot a whole bunch of guns, and they go baow
And they go bang, and they go wow
Step up in my hood, I’ma shoot you right now
That's not good, like chicken left out
I'm broke
But then I fuck foreign to a fuckin' dolla
Kinda went mental, I was tame like Impala
This one bitch who curbed all my tracks
The fuckin' holla so I shot up her school
Bitch I'm Elliot Rodger guns in the trunk
Like they want some luggage
Treat your fuckin' prom like it's
A fuckin' gun range
Choppa came with a ball and a cup
That mothafucka pawn chain
Holes in ya body leakin'
Go and get some pluggage
Keep it fuckin' hood like
A fuckin' clan meeting
Let some bullets snow down
Tell you bitches "Seasons greetings"
Paint the walls with ya blood
No I never learned graffiti
Snow, snowball fight bitch
Fuck ya peace treaty bought boy J E, bitch
You know I'm finna shoot come through
Shootin' shit like a nigga dealin' boof
I'm a fairly odd baby
Yeah I'll make you go poof
Roblox choppa, slide through and make you oof
(Oof)
Yeah, that's right nigga
Stay the fuck away from my hood
(yeah, nigga)
Please, I beg of you (I got the yopper on me)
You just see your dumb ass on Club
Penguin, it's a rap for you, bitch
(You got those Glickies) fuck you, nigga
And fuck all your friends, too
Glicky, as in a Glock
Uh, it's an extended noun for, uh
A strap, a burner, and or a toaster
Uh, not to be confused with
Uh, an XL Glizzy
Which is also known as an extra large hotdog
It's not the same thing
I'm talkin' about the gun
Stay the fuck away from my hood
That's on everyone (My name Jeff)
(Real nigga music) I just got a new Glock
With my dad homies
Put some red dots on that nigga
Make him look like he got chicken pox
(This is a mothafuckin' exclusive, nigga)
Bitch, what you think's goin' on?
Yeah, stay up out my hood unless
You want to get shot (Pussy)
I have friends that punch a whole lot
(They got arms)
Hit you in bad place, make you say ouch
(yeah) when I was three
I was trappin' off the couch (Nigga)
Shot a whole bunch of guns, and they go baow
And they go bang, and they go wow
Step up in my hood, I’ma shoot you right now
That's not good, like chicken left out
I'm broke
But then I fuck foreign to a fuckin' dolla
Kinda went mental, I was tame like Impala
This one bitch who curbed all my tracks
The fuckin' holla so I shot up her school
Bitch I'm Elliot Rodger guns in the trunk
Like they want some luggage
Treat your fuckin' prom like it's
A fuckin' gun range
Choppa came with a ball and a cup
That mothafucka pawn chain
Holes in ya body leakin'
Go and get some pluggage
Keep it fuckin' hood like
A fuckin' clan meeting
Let some bullets snow down
Tell you bitches "Seasons greetings"
Paint the walls with ya blood
No I never learned graffiti
Snow, snowball fight bitch
Fuck ya peace treaty bought boy J E, bitch
You know I'm finna shoot come through
Shootin' shit like a nigga dealin' boof
I'm a fairly odd baby
Yeah I'll make you go poof
Roblox choppa, slide through and make you oof
(Oof)
Yeah, that's right nigga
Stay the fuck away from my hood
(yeah, nigga)
Please, I beg of you (I got the yopper on me)
You just see your dumb ass on Club
Penguin, it's a rap for you, bitch
(You got those Glickies) fuck you, nigga
And fuck all your friends, too
Glicky, as in a Glock
Uh, it's an extended noun for, uh
A strap, a burner, and or a toaster
Uh, not to be confused with
Uh, an XL Glizzy
Which is also known as an extra large hotdog
It's not the same thing
I'm talkin' about the gun