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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Scream
DJ Scream
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Hil
G. Hil
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
K. Vanderpuije
K. Vanderpuije
Songwriter
M. Mins
M. Mins
Songwriter
N. Wilburn
N. Wilburn
Songwriter
R. Davis
R. Davis
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny H
Johnny H
Mastering Engineer
FKi
FKi
Mixing Engineer
DJ Spinz
DJ Spinz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Okay now all I rock is polo, the dollar sign my logo
Then I drop the top on my car, call it porno
Yeah I'm the realest, you can ask your BM
Shawty I'm the shh, aka the BM
What up DJ Scream, Cory what's happenin'
Spins on the beat, titty boy rappin'
It's time to turn up, told 'em let's do it
And I'm from the A, can I hit 'em with that unit
[Verse 2]
I'm an astronaut, I'm a NASA, I'm a rock star, I'm a shotta
With the bumbaclot, who wanna test me?
Your girl, she wanna sex me
Caress me, for me she turn a lesbi
I'm tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetty
[Verse 3]
Ay DJ Spinz, free ben, Cory B, free ben, DJ Scream, free ben, talk to me, free ben
Ay DJ Spinz, free ben, Cory B, free ben, DJ Scream, free ben, talk to me, free ben
[Verse 4]
I'm, I'm, I'm so fucking turned up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real ****
In a trap with the Goonies and the drug dealers
[Verse 5]
I'm so fucking  turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real ****
In a trap with the Goonies and the drug dealers
[Verse 6]
I'm turnt up, hood shit, real ****, hood rich
Bad bitches only but she must be a hood bitch
I'm riding around in your city, strapped up and I'm gettin' it
Lambo, Nascar, loud pipes and I'm hitting it
Top down, my chain on, you a real ****, that's the same song
Glock forty my aim on, little fuck boy, you a lame ho
I'm turnt up, can't turn me down, I'm sacked up, and I'm on the town
Her head fine, come burn me down and you know the sound
[Verse 7]
It's Hood Rich Radio, you better not change the station
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, they say I changed the nation
I'm trapper slash rapper yeah, that's my occupation
And I don't carry chump change, all I do is carry faces
I'm an athlete, I ball, I think I'm Dominique
Primetime like Dion, I make 'em kiss my cleats
I brought you juice, I brought you Flock now who's the next to blow?
I'm so Bouldercrest, so Texaco, so Gresham Road
[Verse 8]
I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real ****
In a trap with the Goonies and the drug dealers
[Verse 9]
I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real ****
In a trap with the Goonies and the drug dealers
[Verse 10]
Long live the hustle coming soon
Written by: G. Hil, J. Malphurs, K. Vanderpuije, M. Mins, N. Wilburn, R. Davis, Tauheed Epps
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