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letra de hood rich - jay fizzle

[intro]
(stacc, you hard, fool)
(twonnie)
fifty k strapped up in my pocket, that’s when every street n-gga feel they hood rich

[chorus]
call me rude, but if you broke, i ain’t tryna be all cool with you (nah)
b-tch, i’m chasin’ paper (okay), i’m not with all that lil’ bullsh-t (h-ll, nah)
that glock on me, full clip (glocked up)
plugged in, fifty k cash (racks)
that’s when every street n-gga feel they hood rich (yeah)

[verse 1]
never been on bullsh-t (nah)
always been that same n-gga (same n-gga)
bottom boy (bottom boy), still that same n-gga before that fame hit (big tello)
ain’t nothin’ changed but my chains, n-gga (them rackaids)
ain’t nothin’ changed but my chains, p-ssy (ice, ice-ice)
seen burberry coat by myself, staying in my own lane, n-gga (f-ck you)
can’t take no loss, so everything i do, i’m tryna gain, n-gga (evеrything)
real big stepper, try mе and i bust yo’ f-cking brains, n-gga (b-tch)
grape street cripping, try me, make lil’ cuh gon’ crack yo’ head, boy (fah, fah, fah)
smoke with me, we spin yo’ block until y’all all dead, boy (fah-fah-fah)
fifty k, dirty money, stashed up in that duffel bag (dope boy)
b-tch, i’m hood rich, i’m havin’ sh-t you n-ggas dreamed to have (dreaming)
all this godd-mn ice on me, i need to take a steamer bath (cut me off)
project baby, i used to sleep with the roaches, now it’s back in past (uh-huh)
pull up, skrrt, skrrt off (gone)
margin, bartle, bensy (off white), 43, i took the skirt off (drop top)
switch up, purple trackhawk (bye-bye)
i heard your paper getting loaned (it’s crazy)
just heard the opps goin’ broke (broke-ass n-gga)
before the fame, been havin’ motion
i’m richer than your ceo (big tello, that’s cool)
[chorus]
call me rude, but if you broke, i ain’t tryna be all cool with you (so, f-ck a n-gga)
b-tch, i’m chasin’ paper (them rackaids), i’m not with all that lil’ bullsh-t (h-ll, nah)
that glock on me, full clip (that .30 round)
plugged in, fifty k cash (okay)
that’s when every street n-gga feel they hood rich (yeah)

[bridge]
always been the same n-gga, that’s just the way i am (been the same n-gga)
never been that type of n-gga to fold up in that jam (nah)
go out like i came in (yup)
since i lost my dawg, i ain’t had no friends (flippa)
twenty k all blues, man (blues, man), my racks thin (racks, racks, racks)
all straight off the block, n-gga
i stamp that, ask anybody around me, n-gga (i stamp that)
ain’t no motherf-cking cap in my rap, man (no, there ain’t no cap) we ain’t doing no more pulling cash out of motherf-cking hat, n-gga
you dig, jack? (i’m really livin’ this sh-t, n-gga)
i know you n-ggas wanna k!ll, but you gotta feel me
you finger-dill me? (ayy, big grape)

[verse 2]
stacking this sh-t ’til i can’t no more (stacking it)
remember them days had to sleep on a pallet on the floor (f-ck, on the floor)
never goin’ broke no more (nah), i put that sh-t on my grandma (my grandma)
we ain’t chasing these b-tches, we chasing these commas (commas)
racks to the sky and they keep getting taller (rackaids)
got choppas, on choppas, on choppas, on choppas (choppas)
it’s ’bout to be a motherf-ckin’ hot summer (hot summer)
them folks ain’t the plug ’cause you know i like cash in the couch (the couch)
too many cars, had to go buy another house
thirty k, flawless gang, diamonds all in my chain (thirty k)
don’t f-ck with these rappers, these rappers do nothin’ but cap (f-ck ’em)
all these f-ggot-ass n-ggas (b-tch)
stop trusting these maggot-ass b-tches (thottie)
don’t get caught lacking, lil’ n-gga (nah)
glock shoot automatic when i pull it (brrt, bah)
b-tch, i’m hood rich (fah, fah)
ride ’round fifty k stuffed in my pocket (big cake) with that dirty stick (chopped up)
big grape, i get dirty wit’ you (big grape)
glock 9 with the 30 clip (30 round)
gang-gang, yeah, we purging sh-t (gang, gang-gang)
gang-gang, yeah, we hurting sh-t (gang)
gang-gang, yeah, we murkin’ sh-t (p-ssy)
gang-gang, yeah, we dumpin’ sh-t (it’s big tello, n-gga)
[outro]
b-tch, i’m hood rich
ride ’round fifty k stuffed in my pocket with that dirty stick (rackaids)
big grape, i get dirty wit’ you
glock 9 with the 30 clip (fah, fah-fah, glah)
gang-gang, yeah, we purging sh-t
gang-gang, yeah, we hurting sh-t (gang, gang)
gang-gang, yeah, we murkin’ sh-t (gang, gang)
gang-gang, yeah, we dumpin’ sh-t (gang)

- jay fizzle

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