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hood trophy - ceo flock lyrics

[intro]
section 8 just straight cooked that motherf*cker up
eh

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
buy a rollie, hood trophy, soon as they clump it, hold it up
yeah, i made it, playin’ safety, i pick any hoe to f*ck
not from texas, you can’t catch me, aw h*ll nah, been lil loaded up
he a snake but he ain’t bite me, we locked in, that’s my cobra bruh
that ain’t my bae, she don’t excite me, just dropped off a load to her
it’s a dirty game, got bro in the dirt for tryna blow off the dust
everybody heard of pain, well have you ever felled off, feelin’ like russ
hurt my heart, my dawg switched, in that cut, why you had to snitch, d*mn, what happened to us?

[verse: rylo rodriguez]
i’m just tryna get us all rich, scooby in and out the hole, cuttin’ back on [?]
but these hoes ain’t bought sh*t, she don’t deserve a n*gga s*m*n, i’m come back on [?]
even though my stomach hurt, i ain’t cutting back on lean, know i keep one muddy
you can’t persuade me, i don’t know a real n*gga who ever k!lled they buddies
i won’t sleep ’til they all die, only god can judge ’em, ’til he hit that court room and heard “all rise”
how stars above ’em, man he in the car, he ain’t even outside
had double r’s on [?], f*ck the rain, we popped one in the sunshine
ain’t make me n*gga, i made myself blow, tried to step on the landmine
i know a n*gga who keep getting robbed ’cause he [?]
old jackboys tryna live off they reputations, young n*ggas don’t give a f*ck
treat bl!cks like gas, we can’t move unless we fill ’em up
a lot of these n*ggas rats, you give ’em cheese and watch ’em nibble up
i get aggravated, i don’t want you to touch me after a n*gga nut
know lil’ bear a project baby and know that’s blood, so he’ll come out the cut
cancel the hoe just like dababy, he in a casket, he ain’t let his gun bust
i’m backwards, don’t even trust my kids unless i had ’em at the suntrust
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
buy a rollie, hood trophy, soon as they clump it, hold it up
yeah, i made it, playin’ safety, i pick any hoe to f*ck
not from texas, you can’t catch me, aw h*ll nah, been lil loaded up
he a snake but he ain’t bite me, we locked in, that’s my cobra bruh
that ain’t my bae, she don’t excite me, just dropped off a load to her
it’s a dirty game, got bro in the dirt for tryna blow off the dust
everybody heard of pain, well have you ever felled off, feelin’ like russ
hurt my heart, my dawg switched, in that cut, why you had to snitch, d*mn, what happened to us?

[verse: ceo flock]
i’m tryna get us all rich
we ain’t stuntin’ that hoe, that’s y’all b*tch
got the whole saks fifth in my closet
hope it ain’t no problem, we’ll solve it
really came from nothing, now we all lit
bustdown the cartier, the diamonds all hit
scat pack, n*gga swervin’ through traffic
let her hold the load, she never had sh*t
made him [?], disappear like magic
[?] 2100, he a savage
proposed to this paper, now we married
gotta go cop a trophy, you want a bad b*tch
you can ask the whole city, i been havin’
plug sent me a hunnid, now i’m laughing
told me drop the price but still taxin’
24 on the chain, made it happen
now i gotta…
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
buy a rollie, hood trophy, soon as they clump it, hold it up
yeah, i made it, playin’ safety, i pick any hoe to f*ck
not from texas, you can’t catch me, aw h*ll nah, been lil loaded up
he a snake but he ain’t bite me, we locked in, that’s my cobra bruh
that ain’t my bae, she don’t excite me, just dropped off a load to her
it’s a dirty game, got bro in the dirt for tryna blow off the dust
everybody heard of pain, well have you ever felled off, feelin’ like russ
hurt my heart, my dawg switched, in that cut, why you had to snitch, d*mn, what happened to us?

- ceo flock lyrics

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