Hoodmorning

[Hook] Hood morning (x4) [Verse 1] No motherfuckin' typo That's like Westside, Compton with no psychos That's like Beverly Hills with no lipo Fuck around and jack some, five- no Michael Hello, a hundred thousand in the mattresses Im Hollywood, yeah, I only fuck actresses I'm in Cannes, France You don't know where that shit is SLR, thats where the ratchet is Im in the Amber Rose rolls with Amber Rose hoes Sorry Wiz, thats how the rap shit is You can take it as a shot or free promo But everybody in this motherfucker know I'm loco Aaron Rogers aim, knock the man off your polo Used to scare the shit out you niggas with my old flow Post-documentary, Comptons most wanted Finish you off like this Corona while I'm yawning Finish you off like this Corona while I'm yawning And roll up that OG kush, like motherfucker [Hook] [Verse 2] Me and Skee been doing this Y'all had Snoop I'll put the Piru in this Look at all these fake ass bloods trying to ruin it Everything red down to the 'Ye Louis kicks And who is this? With the all red crucifix Navy blue Cardinals fitted, I'm a lunatic Flow like the uzi spit Hoppin' out the newest shit Windows down, disturbin' the peace! Bitch, I'm Ludacris Used to be on the block moving rocks from 2 to 6 Jimmy Iovine money, I'm eatin' on some Jewish shit Whips transform, Shia Lebouf my newest shit Carmelo yellow Camaro 22's And If a nigga run up, I'mma fuck dun up I son your new rap niggas, I Peter Gun you [Break] West coast niggas got crazy game When you get off the plane Better guard your chain Man fuck this shit Mars tell these motherfuckers [Hook]