HoodTales

Hood Tales - A$AP Ferg

Let's get it right

New niggas is coming to eat up all the food

Gangsta grillz

Man they hungry

It's an appetite for destruction out here

Gangsta grillz

The mob is equipped with full-armed artillery

What ya gon' do

Dj drama f**k these niggas up

I went to harlem where them things pop

At the block parties niggas had to run

And they caught the motherf**kers on the same block

And they all went to war with a gun

I'll peel kill your son

Damn it if I could've did it I'm a hit it with the ton

Clit-a-dick little-dick feeling sh*t hot in ya lungs

Turn you b**ch niggas to a couple nuns lay 'em down

I came in the store and saw the whole thing

He said I hope that you not one of them

Then I run around the corner got the ogs

I told 'em we got jumped by a couple punks

I swear to god these niggas softer than the brady bunch

They gon' get it man this sh*t been gone for a couple months

Then turn around the corner seen a crowd looking stunned

With the shaking on the floor not saying nothing'

This just where we from

We all dyin' some day

At a picnic having fun

Probably dyin' by the gun

This just where we from

We prayin' every sunday

When the killas gonna come

She about to lose her son son

Let me d bop

Spanish ni**a everybody thought he black from the block

Used to wear a tank top with a fresh fade

Kind of fat

Face stay greazy all you eatin'

Thug ni**a with the cuban on the neck

Always carried a tech dominicano

Trappin' the bando orlando in the flesh

Got into a little mess with d bach

And he shot up the block with the desert

'Bout to leave him messy but the bullets hit the belly

You could call me hollywood not the hood tyler perry

Niggas making movies more niggas getting buried

Niggas died desert but this sh*t ain't really necessary

Caught up in the life he got rich and got blurry

He took his own life and the one that he married ferg

This just where we from

We all dyin' some day

At a picnic having fun

Probably dyin' by the gun

This just where we from

We prayin' every sunday

When the killas gonna come

She about to lose her son son

This just where we from

We all dyin' some day