Hood Trophy
I like this type of shit, Perkys, no Vicodins
Gone out my mind again
Bambino out flockin' in the coupe, he like the ISIS head
Mister don't blind me, serve sorry but I'm kind of slurring
The Ruler, I do this often
Don't sneak diss me nigga, you'll be married to a coffin
Came from Bally Total Fitness, you would think I went jogging
I'm all about my offer, man these niggas just jawsing
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act' (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. Fuckin' Mosley, that's a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act' (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. Fuckin' Mosley, that's a fact, niggas know me
Yes, indeed, these niggas know me, Mr. Fuckin' Mosley
Watch how you approach and we ain't finna beef on social
The media won't know if you gon' breathe again, the demon's head
Walkin' with the Neimans bag, that's where I keep my secrets at
It's hotter than hell's kitchen, Longstocking when I'm whippin'
I got kamikaze visions, on the block where it's relentless
Niggas choosin' when they picking, I refuse to be that nigga
Double cup, sippin' mud, dodging school and detention
Stinc Team, got my whiskers, in the public, I'm a figure
Budweiser, got the brewski, I'ma shoot it 'til it's empty
Broke bitches I won't pity, Bin Laden, I need plenty
They all big banc uchies a nigga gettin'
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act' (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. Fuckin' Mosley, that's a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act' (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. Fuckin' Mosley, that's a fact, niggas know me
See it's like, we sippin' mud and all that
This a hood trophy, we got Act' and all that
You already know I done did that
I done had the coupe, steal your coupes, all that
It's crazy, hood trophy
Bust down Rollie, that's for sure a hood trophy
All that nigga, ten chains on me like my neck hurt
Like boy, I hope my jewelry is a pound type shit
Like, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
F&N's, and Dracos and all that
Before niggas even knew what Dracos was
Before these niggas was screaming my name
In all they raps and all that
But I'm free, yeah
Tell these niggas stop sneak dissing me
We not with the social media shit
What I say is a catalogue of caskets
Pick a suit, dead