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Uh Know what I'm sayin', I go by Hood Baby, nigga Livin' that motherfuckin' slatt life, livin' like Hood Baby Snake life, don't get bit, nigga I fuck with myself, you know what I'm sayin'? I fuck with this motherfuckin' bankroll, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slatt) Slatt, slatt, slatt Slatt, slatt, slatt Slatt, slatt, slatt Say, gangster, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds? You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah My youngins with it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah Find our target, give 'em one more day, then take 'em down, yeah We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around We hit the club and throw ones when the sun down Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out Dick in her mouth, got that lil' bitch occupied Cry 'bout a bitch, nigga, they ain't even worried 'bout you Might as well pimp the bitch 'cause you the one that let her out Came with upper case alphabet blicks, brought them letters out Everybody strapped with them K's Been countin' money and get some racks, these bitches fuckin' for some J's Crew hoppin' niggas, fuck your mama and they grave, you'll trade SongtexteI served your auntie all the ice, now she my number one J Screamin', "Fuck 12," when we got our middle fingers up Drop one of us, we drop ten, it's war, what's up? Big slime say lil' bro just got 'em through the mail, let's go stick him up Mask up in case that nigga tell, he ain't built like us Say, gangster, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds? You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah My youngins with it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah Find our target, give 'em one more day, then take 'em down, yeah We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around We hit the club and throw ones when the sun down Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out Got them racks in and copped a Trackhawk with the sunny feet I get the bread in by the loafs, nigga, whole wheat And my ex-partner a rat and he showed it, he ain't cozy Can't cap to the gang, you ain't stick to the G code, you told it, you told it You wrote it, you wrote it Black and white the line Now your front door always open, it's open for public to know it Pussy niggas, we exposin' Knock 'em off, put the body, yeah, in the trash, then dispose it, dispose it Omerta, but Gotit, boy, have motion, in motion Hood Baby be cozy, sippin' slow motion The feds watchin', I'm posin' You better watch them niggas with that ho shit I'm ridin' with the toaster, ready to toast it Say, gangster, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds? You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah My youngins with it, 'bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah Find our target, give 'em one more day, then take 'em down, yeah We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around We hit the club and throw ones when the sun down Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out Aus Songtexte Mania