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letra de hoods hottest - aystar

hoods hottest lyrics
[verse 1]
the mac kicks back like a stoner
my n-gga to the right will box man like he’s broner
fifteen, you was doing up science
i had the maggie in my marge house like i was homer
thank god for corona
cause we can drive round masked up without getting one look
didn’t know we had the big wap tucked
look down, oh sh-t, look the clip’s got a b-n-r
i’m a loner, i’ve already told you
one revolver and that’s the problem solver
i got the strap from an older when i was just a younger
now i’m older, course i give my strally to my soldiеr
the roads are cold and keep getting coldеr
n-ggas are old and they keep getting older
ain’t getting no younger
i’ll jump out the car, cowabunga
i don’t f-ck with him cause he’s a scaremonger
n-ggas know i stay strapped cause it’s crazy in the dunya
my little n-gga’s tapped, he’s brazy, might bun you
n-ggas doing up slavery cause of hunger
i know a little punter, he was scheming on a girl from by mine
she was cool, she only sold bags of weed
she gave him a three for fifty and he still stung her
what a punter, this is what i’m saying bout the hunger
try and rob me i’ll slap one in your jumper, no cap
come at me, you better have a big strap
cause me without a strap’s straight cap and n-ggas know that
come dressed in all black like i’m kodak
caught him on a thursday like a throwback
and bussed half the clip and nearly left him toe-tagged
told the driver “keep moving before you get us both bagged”
no lacking, a big forty-four’s what i’m packing
and any time of day i’ll get it cracking, real talk
you’ll get jacked like that n-gga with the beanstalk
he thinks he’s sick because he’s got some mean walk
until we give the team a quick team talk
this n-gga end up getting jacked
and didn’t even know he’d been stalked
been raw, you’ve never been in a war
you’ve never seen a nina leave a teen on the floor
i’ve been active, i used to walk round with the matic
cause tryna shoot the shotty, i’d have done a backflip
i was that small, yeah i was that small
how many times have i been in a yard
and feds have tried to come through?
i’ve had to hit the back door
got me doing back gardens, trying not to catch a four
ever been chased by a fed and his legs are so long
you think you’re deffo getting caught?
every two steps he takes, i take four
i’m like “rah i thought i was tall, this n-gga makes me feel small”
i’ve smoked three feds and feeling like i’m gonna four
but i’m like a yank shopping and i’m running through them all
got me hiding by cars, i’m tryna crawl
my phone died, i just about made the call
i had to phone man to get me, had nothing left in me
cause merseyside police, they had me hiding in the bin g
the sh-t you do when situations get sticky
but i’m hopping in the bin before they nick me, gone quickly
i think straight in the heat of the moment
i’ve been in this bin for five minutes, i can hear more units
think i’m waiting for the dogs to come sniff me
i’m hopping out the bin, i’m all sticky
plus i keep a big stick with me for the man that try and stick me
spin round your block while the strap’s got a stiffy
i’m shooting anybody looking iffy
and anybody that touches us, i’ll put them in a spliff
[verse 2]
i slap tracks plus i sn-tch packs
and slap straps at n-ggas who think they’re mad max
when the mac claps, n-ggas be going for mad naps
abdominal pain and bad backs
when i grab that, then whack that and then dash that
strap lift him up in the air like hazmat
and now his back’s snapped
he was talking all sh-t on the net
but when i seen him in person he backtracked
i smoke mad packs, provoke and that’s that
no joke, i’m giving out smoke and that’s facts
go ask, i turn up at doors in black masks
don’t be thinking sh-t’s changed cause of rap
on your first lockdown when you was quarantining with your fam
i was tryna clip certain man, point blank
tried to slap the ting at his chest
it’s like god saved us both cause it jammed three times
free tia, i can’t wait till he lands
big plans, even in the pen he makes big bands
plus for big bands, got man ready to clip man
so don’t be thinking you’re the big man
cause get proper peak, sh-t can
got bones like dale cregan
so i don’t think we should be beefing
i remember squeezing, thinking “i don’t want this to lock”
i was moving like seaman, i was saving the shot
just in case it got peak, man ran up on me letting off
real talk i had to laugh, the shots were so wack
i thought the n-gga was a bot
babies, i had to put them n-ggas in a cot
use a isomax when you’re doing your crops
cause my n-ggas sniff sh-t like some dogs and it’ll ruin your crops
take all your plants out your pots
good job you weren’t hung
cause they were strapped with the dots
we was l!cking speeds, got flashed on the mock
got n-ggas that take points so we just laughed that sh-t off
feds on our back but they ain’t catching a cough
had my brudda o.t. while i was batching ’em off
tell me have you ever been slapped with the glock?
p-ssy, bet you stood up and grassed in the dock
trust me, i could never chat to a cop
the only copper that i trust’s getting slapped in the glock
if rap don’t work then it’s back to the block full time
see me whipping past on the dot
full nine, officer don’t ask me to stop
this ain’t no routine, don’t think i never seen
that you seen me whipping like my last name was block
but when you caught up i’m in the pass with a thot
houdini, john cena, you didn’t see me
he reckons that he did and now i’m screaming “free me”
feds know i be driving illegal
how many times have i flew down the ave
and feds on the other side have watched me do a vin diesel?
tried bouncing it and got smoked like some regal
we fly birds like we’ve got some pet seagulls
and any whip we plate ain’t diesel
the twelve gauge will have ’em looking like a case of the measles
but to cure this there’s no needle
i’m moving like a steeple, i’m always on point
i’m that n-gga that you always see rolling a joint
mr flavour flavour, the weed’s still waking the neighbours
and n-gga i ain’t doing any favours
i’m on a barber ting, i’ve got precision with the shavers
so if i whip it out it gets dangerous, i’m dangerous and famous
you don’t wanna see me with a stainless
cause trust man are shooters like dezzy bayliss for real

- aystar

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