Run The Hood

Beat Execz

MercyBeatz, ****

K4ProducedIt

Look, look

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school

Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place

Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules

They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

I'm on the phone with Tim, oh, that's ****, bitch, dig your brother up

Tell 'em fuck that **** you fucking on, they ain't gon' fuck with us

Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off

Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up

I know that he talkin' in them songs and he dumb as fuck

Don't shoot him, bag him up

It could flip a Mack Truck, lil' baby, know we smashing somethin'

Act up, I want you to play crazy

Spend that check and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my baby

Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy

All that talkin' out your top, gon' meet the murder squad

Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothin' else

Man, all the pain I felt

Play the cards that I was dealt, chasin' money till I'm out of breath

Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB, but can't capture me

Behind this one ****, he deceased

But I'm gon' change the subject, fuck 'em

Tell them **** that I love 'em

'Cause they know I fuckin' hate 'em, I can't wait to fuckin' bust 'em

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school

Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place

Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules

They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

Think they all got a death wish, why? Well, 'cause all them **** dying

And them **** that's behind, second in the line

Bye, I'm so fucking slime, why you play with my mind?

I can't wait for they get active on the road, I put that on my child

Lie in my Benz and push the car, money got me bozo

Hundred shots, they stuck inside and they in a two-door

I prey on him, oh no

He a villain, forty million not enough for him, oh no

I want your body stretched with no soul

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school

Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place

Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules

They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place