Hoods Hottest

All them cold nights sitting in the trap

Stacking for the spinner with a flicky on my lap

Had to whip it with the madge to turn the whip to digi dash

Got me flying OT in rags just so I can flip a pack

Young **** living fast

Gassed 'cause they did the dash

White when I flick my ash

Do a mazzaeen to bring my **** back

All them cold night in the trap

Why you think I'm in a mask?

I've been to hell and back

Seen hella cats

Pushed hella crack

Trap, me never rat

I bet I make the semi slap, boom!

If I ever jacked you, dawg, then you won't get it back

Need big whips now, Teddy, where the hemies at?

Run up in spots like, "Show me where the readies at?"

I'm going Trevor mad

Black suit, Men in Black

I need a half a mil' stack

Looking like I push crack

Like Mike I'm a dad

Five years from now, trap suits, remember that

Middle of December going mad

Tryna fill a bag

'Member being stuck on tag

'Member doing push-ups in a dutty pad

Always been money mad

I've been jail two times for the love of bands

I see them **** getting gassed off a couple grand

I've got some other plans

Stack it up in rubber bands

I do the milli rock on any block, ****, and the money dance

Shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France

I got drillies in the yard and I got hitters in the 'Dam

Know we tapped in with hitters when we land

Only lions and gorillas in the gang

I got a milli in the plan

But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan

Been a minute since I visited the fam

But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan

All them long days in my cell

Can't you see I've been to hell

Must have been the karma for the things I sell

Meekz Manny, bet that name rings a bell

Flippin' hell

Free my **** off the prison shelf

They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well

I seen them olders throw their dreams down a wishing well

If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sell

Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails

When Deezy died the block lost it

So when them blockers lost Migs, I could relate, it's real shit

Gotta make it out quick

Show 'em how we live

I need labels and cribs, that's why I'm saving up quids

It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig

Could live fast and you can go quick

Probably gotta lose your homie just to know it's crazy how the time goes quick

And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick

The amount of times I made a white O flip

Had me out in Brinsford on my white O shit

Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick

Like when I'm OT, dawg, I gotta stay focused

Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick

End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless

Cah I'm 'round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers

Semi-autos and revolvers

Never show fear but show respect to my olders

Can't stop, won't stop

Grinding till the phone's off

Tryna break a whole box

Can't rest, won't rest

Grinding till the phone's dead

Tryna break a whole keg

Came along way from Heathcote and Odette

And real **** take that shit to the grave with 'em

Can't steal my shine like Fabian