In the Hood

Now see, the definition of a real ****

Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here

You know, it took two real **** to collab

And make some motherfucking shit happen, man

That's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment

And my motherfucking **** Trae, Asshole By Nature

Ay, Trae, tell me what you is, ****

I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the set

Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet

Js on my toes, locs on my eyes

Crawlin' on 4s, every time I slide by

Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South

Hoes on my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth

But I move low key, posted in the trap

Raw with the rap to put my hood on the map

I'ma do this here for H.A.W.K., and his brother named Pat

And my partna named Screw, so I let the trunk crack

What they know about that? Haters better chill

Plus I'm packing something that they classify as steel

Repping my block, still doing my thang

Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang

Screwed Up Click, I'ma let the world know

Before it's all over we gon' make the world slow

You can find me in the hood, swinging in the drop

Trunk popped up, now I'm letting back the top

Locs on my face, and my grill so clean

Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Hop out on the block, still holler "What it do?"

'65 Impala, Chevy SS

The top disappear, see the clear VVS

I guess you know the name, I ain't even gotta say it

When I say it's going down, SK start spraying

Block E-N-T, and A.B.N. **** in charge

Everybody mugging, **** face different starch

I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it

Ay, fuck a semi-auto, my **** pack fullest

We bullies on the block, the hustle don't stop

It's eat what you kill, that's the motto off top

Yeah it's the A-Town, and the H-Town

Tell em this the shakedown, lay face down

Me and my **** Trae, getting cake now

Split it down the middle, 50-50 that's the breakdown

Baby, keep your face down and don't talk back

You can find me in the hood, **** distributing packs

My guns go off when my fists is hard

Mobbed up cuz, **** pistols'll scar

You got your knife on you, homie, that's for twisting cigars

I got my knife on me, homie, that's for twisting your guards

These **** wanna play you for weak

It's going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep

I do the damn thang, **** talking about it

I'm a problem, run into it, you ain't walking up out it

Sensei'll fade the pack, I get mean

Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black

Cuffing broads, cause I mack on chicks

I go hard, same **** hit your yard, put your 'Lac on bricks

**** a trip, crock bull give **** the clip

Slap **** in they trap when they giving me lip

S.U.C., my ****, we missing H.A.W.K

I'm gon' live through the rest of the click, that's real talk

You can find me in the hood, swinging in the drop

Trunk popped up, now I'm letting back the top

Locs on my face, and my grill so clean

Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Hop out on the block, still holler "What it do?"

Hop out on the block, like I'm still hitting 'Stangs

Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name

Yellow VS-1s, got me switching up the game

Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain

Hoes talk down, Trae never get mad

**** old school, still jacking my swag

Y'all concerned about a playa since the day of my birth

Grab a couple mill, and I can show you what I'm worth

Sitting so low, every time I come down

Trunk just popped, so I'm showing my surround

84s got me tipping, so low to the ground

Still hitting licks, moving off the Greyhound

Watching for the laws, I ain't fucking with the time

Bitch, I'm in my prime, ain't no stopping my shine

I advise that they lead the truth to the throne

You can say I ain't the realest, say, "Bitch, you dead wrong"

You can find me in the hood, swinging in the drop

Trunk popped up, now I'm letting back the top

Locs on my face, and my grill so clean

Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Moving so slow, banging my Screw

Hop out on the block, still holler "What it do?"