Trae Tha Truth, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda - Hood Nights lyrics

Young Money muhfucker trae I got'cha
Even if ya not listening you goin hear me
Real niggas love me and them
Other niggas feel me
Pourin up the purple shit puffin on the ziggy
Top down on the coupe
Bitches askin who is he?
Gudda Gudda bitch the name rangin every city
Real nigga music they talk it I doos it
All about the money so the track I abuse it
Been drankin all day
I done dunked the whole cruiser
Name a nigga better
The place I'm right in front of me
I lay em face down in the
Street right in front of me
Gun to his back bullets coming out the front
Make examples outta niggas
Cause he shouldn't of never front on me
Miserable niggas and misery loves company
I keep a two neen's in the shoutgun company
Young Money, ABN that's the mob
We take it old money don't quit'cha day job
Nigga!

Tippin inside some hood shit
Beating my life away
Four in the morning thuggin can't get
Seen in the light of day
Terrorizing the city tell em I
Got the right of way
A nigga jump outta place and I
Collect with a righter way
This burner like the trip it might
End up taking yo waist off
So bullets show direction like Wayne
Blowing yo face off
They throw and hit your block with this
Chopper and fuck ya place off
Have a ticket to the district attorney
To blow the case off
I'm on this street shit
Riding like a renegade
Wrist something refresher stones
Same color lemonade
You be stupid to think to run up on me
Bitch I got niggas bigger than Shaq outta
Dressing me as they big homie
Neither of them Asshole niggas I
Know you heard about em
And even on this 6 foot 6
Won't get a word about em
Bitch I'm above my cash
Money like Dwayne Carter
ABN and Young Money damn it
Ain't a team harder

Fresh off the plane from La Guardia
Jae Millz
Time wait for no man so if you got no plan
Ya might as well get some steel
Toes and kick coke cans
You can be a had not my choice if ya wanna
But my choice is to go hard
New V for the summer
Nigga I'm a hustla dead president's hunter
And for them dead presidents I'll hunt ya
I'll slump ya
Won't second guess I won't wonder
I let off that Kevin Durant feel the thunder!
MAAAH! Get the fuck up out my
Way boy ya ought too
A broke conversation I'm the wrong
One to talk too
I talk money and my money yeah it talk too
Just drove something dumb out
The dealership off walk-toos
Both wrists froze bitch and I'm never shook
A one way vacation I'll get em booked
The ticket charge free put it on me
Matta fact YME is Millz Trae and double G
That's murda fuck with it nigga
Uh huh yeah