Stay Hood

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] I€™'ma stay hood €˜'til the day that I die Yeah ‘Til the day that I die I’ma twist this weed, my nigga, let’s get high Yeah I said I’ma stay motherfucking hood ‘til the day that I die Phantom Ghost, no rims, nigga, that’s just how I ride I come from the hood where you don’t testify Take murder with no tears off in your fucking eyes [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain’t no fair ones, nigga Fuck you thinking? Have a fuck boy Pacquiao planking ‘Til the loud got plain, too, drinking 50K for a show, no popping Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears Broke niggas can’t talk like this Rolex on my main bitch wrist Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots Looks like I just stomped a nigga out Get your man down, nigga, lights out Shoot at your ass, what that mouthing about? He ain’t tough no more, what’s happening? Outside your mama house, what’s cracking? Popping mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin Geeked up, pulled up, hyena laughin’ Them boys ain’t real, stop acting like us In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust I’m the only motherfucker that I really trust In a bad bitch’s guts – always Counting money like always Getting money from three ways I could never, ever see no rainy days [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] [Verse 2: Lil’ Wayne] Hollygrove in this motherfucker I’m tired of all these bitch niggas These motherfuckers like Robitussin I’m rolling up with my bitch, nigga As a matter of fact, she roll it for me Swisher Sweets, swish, nigga Hit that shit like an open jumper Rest in peace Li'l Beezy I wish my nigga could see me now Motherfuckers better king me I’ma walk around wearing Jesus’ crown These niggas just pussy I’ma let that chopper eat ‘em out Dead body in the bushes Well, that’s the bush you don’t beat around Beat your ass with my skateboard Weed loud like it make noise I’m on them trees like acorns My cellphone going napalm Guns sound like bass drums Young Money, drum section Psycho, ward, nigga. 1-7, Tunechi [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]