NIPSEY HUSSLE - Got My Hood Turnt lyrics

rate me

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"