Hood Ballad - SOB X RBE, DaBoii, Yhung T.O.

Oh, oh, oh

I can’t stop hittin' licks I’m addicted

Can’t stop totin' the stick I can’t risk it

I can’t stop ridin' round with' extensions

Doin' 50 in this coupe on a mission

Now I gotta walk around with' like ten bands on me

Last time I spring ten still had ten on me

I got my family and my bitch that depend on me

Rollin' around with' this chop hope you prayin' for me

All these niggas want me dead I got red on me

Put a beam on my Glock he got red on him

But every time I see niggas they ain’t sayin' nothin'

I got some niggas in the Rich that be head huntin'

Leave a nigga where he stand bloody

And I been dead broke but not dead ugly

'Cause when we slidin' on yo' block it get dead ugly

Lil' brother squeeze that Glock 'til it jam for me

I ran up these bands and got brains

When I got that call I just fainted

They don’t ever know it’s real 'til we aim

After I hit a nigga up I get faded

These niggas ain’t never cared about me 'til I made it

Niggas only hung around me 'til it got dangerous

Give this fame for my niggas I would trade it

And we gon' keep this trap lit 'til they raid it

Up this chop make you famous

Fuck you and them niggas that you hang with'

And you can die with' them niggas that you gang with'

Where I’m from we don’t got it so we take shit

Speakin' on that gang you a dead man

Nigga fuck yo' dead family and yo' dead friends

Nigga we with' all that shit if you ain’t know it

Twenty thousand on my kick it got me frozen

You ain’t never seen a hundred grand

Better yet, you ain’t never seen a fuckin' band

For this life a nigga had to take a chance

All these fuckin' diamonds, ain’t got shit to do but dance

Got a mind of a maniac like Boosie

This life a nigga live is a movie

Bust down, paid $ 850 for these Gucci’s

You a grown man livin' with' yo' mama, yo' ass pookie

Bein' broke was gettin' old I had to run it up

Got thirty in my pocket plus it’s thirty tucked

If it ain’t thirty bands or better gang ain’t showin up

Don’t get yo' ass laid down for shit you throwin' up

Fuckin' with' them suckas got him tagged up

Chuck ten at the bitch then she facted up

Niggas want me knocked down so I’m gassed up

And let a nigga reach for this chain I’ma act up

Bitch

He ain’t with' all that shit he say he 'bout all in them songs

What you gon' do?

We take the trip to go bounce on yo' dog

You ain’t got nothin' to do with' that boy you sound like a frog

Thick bitch come over here make it bounce in your thong

Can’t give out my trust no more

Got some lead up in the clip this shit’ll touch yo' soul

Niggas got they hand outs when I’m the one they owe

And every time I’m on the mic I make 'em go take notes

Nigga we with' all the shit, like the bubble guts

Say I look like my pops I’m like I barely even know a bruh

Ho ass nigga I can’t wait to pull a whole one

Why put you on some game when you the type who wouldn’t soak it up?

And I ain’t even at the top but I’m headed for it

How long you been up on yo' ass?

You need a metal for it

And when they leach and you condone it they gon' beg for more

And nigga life a game of chess this ain’t no checker board

Fuck around and lost my mind with' all these demons in me

Fuck, fuckin' on that bitch tryna fuck on my drizzy

All this bud and this Henny I’ma need a kidney

Still function off these drugs hope a nigga tempt me

I won’t leave the house without it like it’s stuck to me

Niggas mad, up in they feelin’s they can’t fuck with' me

Niggas fakes and niggas snakes I don’t trust many

First nigga shootin' fuck duckin' watch me dump 50

Fuck yo' patna poppin' up at nigga’s candle lights

Mandatory with' that chop, like Miranda rice

Ooh shit, I meant Miranda Rights

I don’t cooperate with' law I keep my hammer tight

Rollie on me, bust down, watch me drown they ass

Forty bands on me soft, bitch I paid in cash

Prayin' on my downfall got these niggas mad

He ain’t want these shots, Worldstar we had to beat his ass

Nigga