Run The Hood

(Beat Execz) (MercyBeatz, nigga) (K4ProducedIt) Look, look Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place I'm on the phone with Tim, oh, that's hilarious bitch, dig your brother up Tell 'em fuck that nigga you fucking on, they ain't gon' fuck with us Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up I know that he talkin' in them songs and he dumb as fuck Don't shoot him, bag him up It could flip a Mack Truck, lil' baby, know we smashing somethin' Act up, I want you to play crazy Spend that check and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my baby Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy All that talkin' out your top, gon' meet the murder squad Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothin' else Man, all the pain I felt Play the cards that I was dealt, chasin' money 'til I'm out of breath Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB, but can't capture me Behind this one nigga, he deceased But I'm gon' change the subject, fuck 'em Tell them niggas that I love 'em 'Cause they know I fuckin' hate 'em, I can't wait to fuckin' bust 'em Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place Think they all got a death wish, why? Well, 'cause all them niggas dying And them niggas that's behind, second in the line Bye, I'm so fucking slime, why you play with my mind? I can't wait for they get active on the road, I put that on my child Lie in my Benz and push the car, money got me bozo Hundred shots, they stuck inside and they in a two-door I prey on him, oh no He a villain, 40 million not enough for him, oh no I want your body stretched with no soul Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place