Hood Rich Lyrics

Boy stop playing yea I'm really with the shit

Fold that bitch up like a MacBook, Mr. Jobs up in this bitch

Yea

I'm boutta bat you in yo shit face with the blick

Drop the 30 out the cannon put sum reheat in this bitch

Damn

I come from out that Jack so I can never trust

Keep that stick tucked up in Bertha just in case I need to bust

Run and tell a nigga nothing

Niggas never keep it hush

That's why I sit back by my lonely, watch and roll up all this kush

Damn

Played some ball in school I tried to get a sack

Fucked wit snakes back in the day they tried to stab me in my back

Making tracks, that was my way I had to get to them racks

Moved from Jackson to the ridge but I still went across them tracks nigga

My daddy told me don't you run off from no smoke

Play stupid games win stupid prizes making all these niggas know

It be real life it's not a game stop taking real shit as a joke

I get that choppa back to Austin making all you niggas choke, man

It be JB you know I never come to play

Rapid fire hit his chest I leave a nigga where he lay

Spring a nigga up to god just like that nigga name is May

Capping for the net is out of bounds you niggas bout to pay, damn

Boy stop playing yea I'm really with the shit

Fold that bitch up like a MacBook, Mr. Jobs up in this bitch

Yea

I'm boutta bat you in yo shit face with the blick

Drop the 30 out the cannon put sum reheat in this bitch

Damn

I come from out that Jack so I can never trust

Keep that stick tucked up in Bertha just in case I need to bust

Run and tell a nigga nothing

Niggas never keep it hush

That's why I sit back by my lonely, watch and roll up all this kush

Damn

You know I keep the blicky on me

From the Jack down to the ridge

Man I bet these niggas know me

Tryna talk down to a snake

I'll take yo bitch and leave you lonely

Boy it be so fuckin wicked hanging out with all my brodies

Niggas corny

My name is JB chxpo out that Jack

Don't call me tony

Put bread up on his head

And turn that nigga to baloney

Cleaning off my fucking ice

I'm riding round in the Zamboni

Making all these niggas wish I really wanted to be homies

You don't know me

I just wanna go and stack up

Been stuck down to the block

A nigga gotta get his Mack up

Free my niggas out them chains

Them niggas boutta clean they act up

Talking to my daddy thinking like I'm calling up my back up

Come and play and watch I fye up nigga

Come and play and you gon see just how uu dying nigga

Break his neck or should I put the heater to his spinal nigga

These niggas really just be hoes they just be hiding nigga

JB Chxpo know that I'm the greatest ain't no trying nigga

Boy stop playing yea I'm really with the shit

Fold that bitch up like a MacBook, Mr. Jobs up in this bitch

Yea

I'm boutta bat you in yo shit face with the blick

Drop the 30 out the cannon put sum reheat in this bitch

Damn

I come from out that Jack so I can never trust

Keep that stick tucked up in Bertha just in case I need to bust

Run and tell a nigga nothing

Niggas never keep it hush

That's why I sit back by my lonely, watch and roll up all this kush

Damn