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hood's hottest - wezz artist lyrics

yeah yeah
it’s wezz
gdc, get dirty cash
hood’s hottest

look i’m back with that real rap
half man still cap
any type of small chat
man can get corned at
kick down door flats
should i say flat doors
skeaming for more cash
that’s what you get grabbed for

money then i’m involved
n*ggas ain’t sinned tho
how much phone fess it
asking for my pin code
no lie you have to laugh
me dargs grafting hard
late nights jacking cars
now it’s all trapping fast

so much sh*t’s up and down
she asks me why i’m back so late
whipped without the mash today
now the key is [?]
she knows me have to trap hot
my bros are gonna clap off
any type of chatter had my army up in
i kick back rip my sheet
blowing on this 41
got my own ting
so if it’s beef i don’t call no one
put my foot down in this whip if i see them come
i ain’t tryna catch a case
my other bro’s on thе run

blessed to see more lifе
strong still breathing
all the sh*t that i’ve been in
them times wasn’t eating
had to duck man down just to get this line beating
the cats i was meeting
get nicked, die speaking

got these feds on my back
munching off to rate my crib
always tryna take my sh*t
2 cars man i take the p*ss
i still take the risk

check it, yo, it’s like i fell upon my face
broke days was gonna give up
my phone started to, i wasn’t gonna pick up
but thats bro, so i answered the phone
he said let’s get this dough, we can stay and we can stick up
what? i can’t believe what he’s telling me
bro made like a hundred bags off selling weed
back on my feet making money like i’m meant to be

check it, it’s like the yutes i chill with “bag em” and the feds started grabbing man
crazy how i lost a good friend over a bag of sand
guess that’s how the game goes
still dodging plain clothes
no this ain’t satro
but you can get your face blown

i was on my barrow, pedal bike
hitting every shot
me, trap o
out of town, hitting every spot
with some jack boys, better watch
we don’t seek your crop
we still cleaning up
bros with the pack, still beating up

this line’s still beating
late nights got me wide awake up
got no time for breaks
hit cells night and day
took a few ls
but we bounce back, make more
in and out that same door
meet me on the same flow
my block’s still the same old
except the weight i’m pushing
make money, see the drip?
but i ain’t going clubbing
tryna get more grub in
get that work, chop it down
covid*19 cos any spot i go i’m mucking down

my n*gga came home
pendant and a big face
my n*gga lost over 20 bags cah the pigs’ sake
f*ck it though we make it back
started with an 8 for crack
then i started making stacks
feds try and raid my flat

lucky i had it parked off
lights don’t nark off
them man talk tough
till you get your darg touched
so much man up in jail
i dunno who’s next
bang at his feud
says only got a few left
couldn’t walk a day in my shoes
even if the shoes stretched

- wezz artist lyrics

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