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Thru Yo Hood Video (MV)




Performed By: FettiNotFetty
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Cezar Rogers




FettiNotFetty - Thru Yo Hood Lyrics
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Thru yo hood aye
Thru yo hood aye
If you catch me creepin thru yo hood aye
Just know a young nigga up to no good aye
I'm just tryna make it get us out this hood aye
Forty on my waist you can get yo ass did aye
This shit ain't for no kids aye
Niggas duckin they wigs aye
Everyday I'm in the field aye
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don't melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
Nigga want heat bet this gun gon burn him
Nigga try me now it's lesson learned
Got his ass straight like a got damn perm
Niggas no me like the bird is the word
Nigga test me but he ain't a concern
Caught his ass lackin then we chalked him up
Ain't no drive by bitch we walked him up
To his crib bitch we knew where he lived
Bitch I'm out my body
Bitch I'm out my body
Bitch I feel like Charlie in the chocolate factory
With this two two three
You can't f*ck with me
And that's on the boss
I can't take a lost
Taylor Swift bitch shake it off
I'll rob him if he real or soft
If they ask ima knock him off
For my gang I will
I'll make a deal
To get you killed
This shit is real Aye
If you catch me creepin thru yo hood aye
Just know a young nigga up to no good aye
I'm just tryna make it get us out this hood aye
Forty on my waist you can get yo ass did aye
This shit ain't for no kids aye
Niggas duckin they wigs aye
Everyday I'm in the field aye
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don't melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
Nigga want heat bet this gun gon burn him
You can catch me creepin thru yo hood on the daily aye
All of these niggas hate me
Cause I was broke and now they gotta pay me aye
Niggas mad cause I'm hot
That boy a buster he something like David
Member them days we was starving and didn't have shit
Now look at me mama I made it
So I had to get up and get it
Gimme a beat ima kill it
Ain't talkin bout energy but ima rip it aye
Pourin the lean ima sip it
If that bitch bad I bet ima tip it aye
And bitch my flow cold like a whip it
But I don't think you lil niggas a get it aye
Stay with a foe like I'm stunna
But you think I'm gunna cuz bitch I be drippin
Ball like I play for the Mavericks and Fetti be blasting you think he a piston aye
I'm tryna catch ops like a basket
And green like a cabbage
So I keep my distance aye
Back when I spin on yo block
And let off some shots and I don't be missin aye
Stand in one spot with that thang in my hand
You'd think I was pissin aye
If you catch me creepin thru yo hood aye
Just know a young nigga up to no good aye
I'm just tryna make it get us out this hood aye
Forty on my waist you can get yo ass did aye
This shit ain't for no kids aye
Niggas duckin they wigs aye
Everyday I'm in the field aye
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don't melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
Nigga want heat bet this gun gon burn him
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Thru yo hood aye
Thru yo hood aye
If you catch me creepin thru yo hood aye
Just know a young nigga up to no good aye
I'm just tryna make it get us out this hood aye
Forty on my waist you can get yo ass did aye
This shit ain't for no kids aye
Niggas duckin they wigs aye
Everyday I'm in the field aye
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don't melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
Nigga want heat bet this gun gon burn him
Nigga try me now it's lesson learned
Got his ass straight like a got damn perm
Niggas no me like the bird is the word
Nigga test me but he ain't a concern
Caught his ass lackin then we chalked him up
Ain't no drive by bitch we walked him up
To his crib bitch we knew where he lived
Bitch I'm out my body
Bitch I'm out my body
Bitch I feel like Charlie in the chocolate factory
With this two two three
You can't f*ck with me
And that's on the boss
I can't take a lost
Taylor Swift bitch shake it off
I'll rob him if he real or soft
If they ask ima knock him off
For my gang I will
I'll make a deal
To get you killed
This shit is real Aye
If you catch me creepin thru yo hood aye
Just know a young nigga up to no good aye
I'm just tryna make it get us out this hood aye
Forty on my waist you can get yo ass did aye
This shit ain't for no kids aye
Niggas duckin they wigs aye
Everyday I'm in the field aye
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don't melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
Nigga want heat bet this gun gon burn him
You can catch me creepin thru yo hood on the daily aye
All of these niggas hate me
Cause I was broke and now they gotta pay me aye
Niggas mad cause I'm hot
That boy a buster he something like David
Member them days we was starving and didn't have shit
Now look at me mama I made it
So I had to get up and get it
Gimme a beat ima kill it
Ain't talkin bout energy but ima rip it aye
Pourin the lean ima sip it
If that bitch bad I bet ima tip it aye
And bitch my flow cold like a whip it
But I don't think you lil niggas a get it aye
Stay with a foe like I'm stunna
But you think I'm gunna cuz bitch I be drippin
Ball like I play for the Mavericks and Fetti be blasting you think he a piston aye
I'm tryna catch ops like a basket
And green like a cabbage
So I keep my distance aye
Back when I spin on yo block
And let off some shots and I don't be missin aye
Stand in one spot with that thang in my hand
You'd think I was pissin aye
If you catch me creepin thru yo hood aye
Just know a young nigga up to no good aye
I'm just tryna make it get us out this hood aye
Forty on my waist you can get yo ass did aye
This shit ain't for no kids aye
Niggas duckin they wigs aye
Everyday I'm in the field aye
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don't melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
Nigga want heat bet this gun gon burn him
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Writer: Cezar Rogers
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