Sheek Louch - Hood n***a lyrics

[Hook] You ain't no hood n***a (repeated) (La la la la lalalala) [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] You understood n***a You ain't no hood n***a Barbecue chips and a bu*ter roll it's good n***a Let me see you roll one Where you get that dutch from When you had your last fight Where you buy that, Shop Right? Cause you ain't come in this store n***a with your gla** jaw Why you think you hardcore You don't want this .44 pointed at your mug Cause I'm wetted off a drug and that molly got me bug And your chain is looking love Ha You ain't a hood n***a What's good n***a Chicken wings and fried rice is good n***a I ain't turn bougie I be in the hood drinking liquour in my Gucci Real n***a's salute me ha [Hook] You ain't no hood n***a (repeated) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Bubblegum wrapper fronts manhunt that's my car To gold fronts and a manhunt from clapping at pa You ain't no hood n***a We don't believe that Now tap the bottom of this brown where that weed at I bring the fiends back with that hard white lambing on the crate On the block but the rocks in a magnet on the gate Never catch me slipping I'm in slipper but whatever The beretta's in the store I go to war in Chancletas I'm a hood n***a You get with house work You ain't never come outside and when you did you took the outskirts You let me ride your bike I had it the whole night and your moms forced you to fight [Verse 3: Billy Danze] You ain't no hood n***a You scared to leave your section Relying on the police for protection I don't know your kind of hood n***a You got your face all mean rocking a girly boy top matching your spandex jeans It's either good due or Gorilla, there's nothing in between in my hood n***a Everything is what it seems If your realest beef is on Twitter It's fit for a Queen Don't come outside with these k**ers get ripped at the seams You ain't a hood n***a I bet you curl up on the couch watching the lifetime network while t**ng it out It's like your chromosome get rattled when hood n***a's battle We get loose and I ain't talking bout the booth [Verse 4: Trae The Truth] You ain't no hood n***a Where your stripes at Where your block b**h you ain't built like that You ain't got no hood pa** where you play your nights at Say you keep that toolie on you n***a where your pipes at n***a's doing time b**hes they don't give no kites back n***a's trying to look at some p**y where you Nikes at Pork and beans and weiners Ramen noodles and a chopper hoe Eight n***a's one rule: re-up in the locker hoe Hoping we don't f** it off City try, block's dead everybody talking You the main reason the block's scared You ain't that gangster type n***a you just gangster type All across the internet n***a that ain't gangster like [Hook] You ain't no hood n***a (repeated)