NIPSEY HUSSLE - Got My Hood Turnt Lyrics

Linked out, kushed up
so high you gotta look up
this dope dick got her hook up
trap open all night long
Dirty Sprite for that ride home
baby say she want a fly nigga
told the bitch this flight gon'
I'm busy countin them racks girl
you be hangin with rats girl
I like fast cars, I like big money,
I like blonde hard on black girls
Told her I'm that rocka
the meds from the docta
got that lead for that choppa
that's your ho I'm gon knocka
bitch I'm stuntin all on you nigga, codeine all in my sippa,
molly all in my liquor
she so thick I think I should tip her
this ain't ralph bitch this polo,
my south bitch said photo
get naked baby like YOLO
gettin fast money off this slo mo

Ask me how I'm doing I said I'm rich and relaxed
rollin up and cruising, never sippin it flat
got a hoe in the front, got a bitch in the back
one licking me blunt, one licking my tat I got my hood turnt
we pop we sip we pop we sip
we pop we sip we pop we sip
I got my hood turnt

We just some young niggas that came up
broke niggas they hate us
I'm out here on my own
that's cause my whole click got cased up
I like dime hoes with no make-up
fast cars you can't race
pistols in my stash but I would pop with no hesitation
if you ask me my location, won't get no information
just notice I'm getting grip got no time for conversation I'm finally off probation and that's just mean ' making, more cash in different places
I came back and bought the spaceship
and I pulled up on my haters, bitches pictures taken
got these niggas looking mad, I'm bout to instagram they faces
this shit is so basic, more pussy,
more paper ask me how I'm doing I say great cause I'm the greatest gone

Ask me how I'm doing I said I'm rich and relaxed,
rollin up and cruising, never sippin in flat.
got a hoe in the front, got a bitch in the back one licking me blunt,
one licking my tat I got my hood turnt
we pop we sip we pop we sip
we pop we sip we pop we sip

Tell em haters look at me now
tell em bitches come me wipe me down
gotta thinking she wify now
I want a friend and she might be down
money long, my weed is loud I need four three a pound
the OG gon get me high
that codeine gon bring me down
package left at that trap door
pour two but I got four.
Promethazine I'm that blowed, I'm bout to lean like fat Joe no seat belt
but I'm strapped though, in the club we goin through the back door
see money something you lack bro,
I got racks on racks hoe, see all my clothes designer,
all my hoes Rihannas,
I'm gonna get out them pajamas,
bust it open like a pinata I'm that nigga let's be honest,
I go dumb no hooked on phoenix,
Money opposite of silent and your money like "no comment"
 

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