Hood Bbq Testo

Testo Hood Bbq

I just hold it got you for the love of the hood again
And stop thinking what it could or what it should've been
Cause it should've been came to my senses
And knew that slop that I'm a king and I knew that
Drink Jack designer belts with my nephew
The younger niggers running town they gotta respect you
They calling me OG and I'm cool with that
Cause I always kept the 2 it was cool with that
Cooking up now you just new to that
Fucking in the staircase I'm used to that
We don't fuck with hookers we don't buy head
My nigger...he want so ...it all
My OG niggers might Deuce and Timbo
I'm a real nigger to talk with
Don't bring a rack cause you might make it awkward
See you niggers kids I ran with they grown up
They once smoked with me fuck it they've grown up
This is the slide family we got it toned up
Go ahead little nigger go roll up

Should we go have a hood barbeque?
Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque
Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque
I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque
Should we go have a hood barbeque?
Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque
Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque
I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque

Couple bottles in a row that will get them going
Fresh pair to religions with the triple showing
Bitches love but they always say your boy bad
Know my nigger's gun powder, Troy Ave
For every shoot first real my nigger
Everybody good bells good gun nigger
I run the town tell the truth you my son nigger
Ask around we the ones that get around nigger
I'm from the town of the cars free...
Young really I'm the G leader of the squad
All my niggers gone soft while we going hard
Good Belt Gang bitch here we on our squad

Should we go have a hood barbeque?
Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque
Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque
I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque
Should we go have a hood barbeque?
Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque
Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque
I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque

I said fuck'em all motherfuck'em all
In the slot let me motherfuck'em all
Honey shots let me see you dump'em all
Ass soon as they hit the duck
Tell papi we want'em all
The look you get from eldest
No Zelda killed more than Griselda
Want beef from hamburger your helper
Take a light plain
Airplanes no delta
I held the doom and I hail my hand bag
Good belt gang why sell my pants out?
I don't speak much fuck it I let my man
Hard to land fast...
Yeah boos talk homey
Try me fit in my shoes you won't walk homey
You get left get left rag we cooking out
Slow from interlined we looking up

Should we go have a hood barbeque?
Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque
Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque
I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque
Should we go have a hood barbeque?
Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque
Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque
I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque