Geah

Geah

Geah

Hoo-Bang, nigga

Some of that futuristic shit

For that ass

Keepin it thuggish, though

Check it out



[ VERSE 1 ]

The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough

Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff

Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff

Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough

My theme is I push music to driveby

I slide through, scoop up four and ride high

Strap under the seat my hood technique

As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_

Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun

On my turf puttin in work since day one

Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues

Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news

John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy

Havin my face captured 180

Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck

The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck



[ CHORUS ]

Sometimes in the hood it's so rough

That makes niggas from the hood stay tough

Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs

16, double the stash, you do the math