Young $avages - Hood Stories Lyrics

When I'm in the hood we be posted at night
Posted in the stuu told my nigga mix it right
Whatever is in the dark it gotta come to the light
And when I catch a mob we going to hit em up on sight
We would we get you flamed up
Send you to your maker
Young nigga chasing paper
And my cousins pulling capers
Young nigga really out here in the field
I told broke f*ck the cleats ima stump em with the tims
Had to switch my whole approach
You know we would face a nigga like a f*cking roach
You know we would hit a nigga with that f*cking roast
I would run down and cut up on a nigga like a post
A nigga love catching vibes and snapping when I smoke
I cant f*ck with these niggas and these bitches do the most
They be trying to ride the wave they cant get up on this boat
Bitches see me getting check and bussing jwets now they aint ghost
Remember I was down bag we aint never spoke
Yo nigga would get that bag switch up on you and leave you broke
Y'all niggas better listen up and take some f*cking notes

I done seen niggas leave when it start raining
We slide through with the glock leave a nigga brainless
Learned my lesson In the streets they'll leave you hanging
Private meeting In yo hood like I was a mason
It ain't friday we like f*ck it mask up like Jason
Hear them shots on my block we ain't running from nothing
Young niggas f*ck the crowd we just wanted some money
Was on the block the crack rock could make you some money
I know niggas bussing jwetts they think that it's hustlin
You say running plays nigga you a stain
Catch em out of bounce our bullets never ricochet
Popping seals smoking dottie just to make a play
Remember we was young boys fishing at the lake
Two-way street we catch a opp and watch the glockie quake
Remember it was hood bound now it's state to state
Free my cousins out them cells nigga tryna beat the case
F*ck nigga put yo shoes on wanna run us
He'll end up with some tombstones wanna f*ck with us
Got tired seeing long live my f*cking niggas
Copped a glock now we ride tryna paint a picture

When im in the hood we be posted up at night
Posted up in the stuu told my nigga mix it right
Whatever is in the dark gotta come to the light
And when I catch a mob we go hit eem up on sight
We would get you flamed up
Send you to yo maker
Young nigga chasing paper
And my cousins pulling capers
I aint go to the doctor but a nigga need my check up
Opinions objections, these niggas gon respect us
If they play with that bread we gon leave em on the stretchers
My foot on they neck and they keep begging me to let up
Allat pussy shit you doing wont effect us
Give these youngings props cuz we next upp
On gang these fucc niggas gon respect us
If we cant get respect then we shooting neck up
Thats the gcode f*ck nigga ima stand on it
If I got the jwet I break bread put my mans on it
Tables turn, bridges burn, nigga live and learn
My next move f*ck nigga It aint nun of your concern
I stick and move, run down wit tools ,my niggas
Chasing blues
Smoking straight gas , a nigga high off jet fuel
Gleecing shit we got good bins , we got good food
I gotta cut out all the fakes , cuz the real on the rise
Aye, yo money multiply and yo close homies divide

Damn cuz Why u had to leave the hood like that
Im rollin up bacc to bacc cuz the woods gon smacc
Reporting live from 305 straight up out the locks
Longlive tjr man they took my nigga off the block
Any dirtbike he hopped on , on god he madew it walk
Same story different person I dont wanna talk
Ion wanna talk uh
We gon get em pop uh
And I be shottas , bitch we show stoppers
Bring them choppers, im from opa locka
Where we raised the glocks up , and leave you stopped up
Dont try to cross us