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Alamo Records - Da Real Hoodbabies Lyrics

[Intro]
B-B-Bankroll Got It
Uh
Gotit

[Chorus]
H-O-O-D (Huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby)
I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one)
Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted)
I laced it up (Uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah)
Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom)
Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip
Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (Damn)
Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (Let's go)
Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (Movie)
Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status)
Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (Talk to 'em)

[Verse 1]
Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (Uh)
Nutted on her face, yeah, Gotit left a mess (Uh)
Then she let the shit drip down to her chest (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I want M's, I ain't talkin' 'bout necks (Let's go)
Do one, kingpin, it's on to the next (To what)
They askin' who steppin' shit, come get stretched (Me)
Too high, havin' Percocet, gon' balance it (Uh)
Got a bag, move out the hood to Buckhead (What)
It's a show, Rio hit my phone like- (They up)
"Bro, what the hell?" Fat, geeked up, smokin' cookies
Givin' hell, these niggas ain't nothin' but some rookies (Huh)
They say I ain't a killer, lil' nigga, just push me (Woah)
AMG Benz geeked up, it's pushin' (Skrt)
Stickin' to the T, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pusha
Cut the cap talk, all the could've, would've, should've
Smokin' Backwoods, we don't roll no Swishers (Ah, ah, ah)
[Chorus]
H-O-O-D (Huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby)
I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one)
Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted)
I laced it up (Uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah)
Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom)
Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip
Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (Damn)
Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (Let's go)
Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (Movie)
Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status)
Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (Talk to 'em)

[Verse 2]
He tried to run off, but the boy got caught (Brr)
Pushed up where he stay, yeah, his block got chopped (Skrt)
Ratatatat, make the boy walk it out (Ratatatat)
He talk to the boys, cut the tongue out his mouth (Shh)
Deebo, but we ain't talkin' Friday (Deebo)
Hands down, yeah, racks up, I bet I knock him out
Chanel shoes, I'm a tight jean-wearin' ass nigga
I fucked around and caught gout (Let's go)
Go rock out shows now (Woah)
How many hoes now?
How many fake ass niggas say they roll, yeah?
But they told, yeah (Yeah)
Gucci ain't racist, I still rock their clothes, yeah (Talk to 'em)
Wrist on froze, yeah (Wrist)
Pedicure Gotit, I show my toes now (Pedicure, ayy)
Show up and show out (Let's go)
How many more memes? Bitch, I ain't green (Yeah)
"Do you want a Perc?" Hell yeah, that's me (Oh yeah)
Bitch, I'm the baby, Hood Baby, yeah, the king (Huh)
Rockstar Gotit, got cuts on my jeans (Huh)
They bitch so lit, she pop her a bean (Uh)
How many haters this shit gon' bring? (Yeah)
Shit, how many more niggas' act gon' change? (Talk to 'em)
Bitch, I'm poppin' everywhere, just check the page (Bitch)
[Chorus]
H-O-O-D (Huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby)
I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one)
Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted)
I laced it up (Uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah)
Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom)
Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip
Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (Damn)
Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (Let's go)
Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (Movie)
Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status)
Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (Talk to 'em)