my hood - marlo lyrics
[intro]
run that back, turbo
[chorus: gunna]
baguetties in my wristw-tch (baguetties in my wristw-tch)
all this ice, i gotta keep that thing c-cked (gotta keep that thing)
i got rich and brought some rack racks to my old block (my old block)
yeah, that p-ssy always tellin’, you a whole cop (you a whole p-ssy)
bentley continental, got my b-tch parked in it (b-tch parked in it)
midnight blue, but it look black with all the windows tinted (my windows tinted)
b-tch, we play for keeps, that’s why the whole team winnin’ (play for keeps, yeah)
my hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions (uh, road, road)
[verse 1: marlo]
hit the road for the millions
tryna link up with real n-ggas and solid k!llers that’s tryna get it
i been f-ckin’ on lil’ b-tch for a lil’ minute, she know i’m a real one
and n-ggas be speakin’ that gangster sh-t, but when it come time, they ain’t with it
i spin your block about lil’ gunna, he told me
gotta get inside of my bag, gotta get that cash, i gotta stack it fast
i’ma water whip that dope, i don’t do the gl-ss
when you come, trap really tax (skrrt)
had to make five bricks turn to ten, that lil’ n-gga know magic
f-ckin’ on a hollywood b-tch but a n-gga love that ratchet (let’s go)
and i seen [?] on me without that ratchet (fool)
in that bape black [?] with a cat at the mansion
slide through traffic, shippin’ that work through
got real k!llers that’ll murk you
with some old k!llers on that dog food, free ralo, huh
[chorus: gunna]
baguetties in my wristw-tch (baguetties in my wristw-tch)
all this ice, i gotta keep that thing c-cked (gotta keep that thing)
i got rich and brought some rack racks to my old block (my old block)
yeah, that p-ssy always tellin’, you a whole cop (you a whole p-ssy)
bentley continental, got my b-tch parked in it (b-tch parked in it)
midnight blue, but it look black with all the windows tinted (my windows tinted)
b-tch, we play for keeps, that’s why the whole team winnin’ (play for keeps, yeah)
my hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions (uh, road, road)
[verse 2: gunna]
we washin’ cash like a laundry
poppin’ tags, my goyard bag hold two hundred
ctsv on my last, dash say two hundred
piece i buy, it look like gl-ss, dance with these pointers ([?] dance with these pointers)
throw the bands up in onyx (racks)
he play with me and my mans, then your fam gon’ get punished (yeah)
lil marlo pull up in a lam’, still sell yams to your buddies (yeah)
bank cards on me like i scam, know d-mn well i got money
richard mille, i got it flooded
p-ssy on gunwunna, man, yeah, your ho love me
you remember i had that [?] had forgis, not the [?] (yeah)
we came up from nothin’, now look, we worth a fortune
one-of-one sh-t customized, young gunwunn done done it
[chorus: gunna]
baguetties in my wristw-tch (baguetties in my wristw-tch)
all this ice, i gotta keep that thing c-cked (gotta keep that thing)
i got rich and brought some rack racks to my old block (my old block)
yeah, that p-ssy always tellin’, you a whole cop (you a whole p-ssy)
bentley continental, got my b-tch parked in it (b-tch parked in it)
midnight blue, but it look black with all the windows tinted (my windows tinted)
b-tch, we play for keeps, that’s why the whole team winnin’ (play for keeps, yeah)
my hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions (uh, road, road)
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