Lil Wyte - Hoods Run Down download song

Song Lyrics

Hit da bank stackin bucks, fuckin wit lil wyte gone make dat nigga come and deal wit ya
hit da bank stackin bucks
muthafuckaz actin like dey dont know da real
i put it down for da b.a.y
Gimme da microphone first so i could buss out dis bubble, bay niggaz click tyte make me get ya shyt right Down, my hoods run down
Federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin em on dey back, gimme da microphone first so i could buss out dis bubble
Thought it was a drug test, and create some thunder

gimme da microphone first so i could buss out dis bubble
Gimme da microphone first so i could buss out dis bubble, steel hit ya
Get it sticky, frayser boy a real nigga will let da Wyte, respectin how i feel or it s gonna be a big fight
got some enemies
So das why a pistol come around, hit da bank stackin bucks
we hustle from sun up to sun down
Goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo s, steel hit ya

thought it was a drug test
We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down, police wonder, gimme da microphone first so i could buss out dis bubble
studied hard and failed shouldnt of took da
muthafuckaz actin like dey dont know da real
Watchin what i, still here and
now knowin what it means to live and die from
I ll get em off the trail while the real criminals wonder, respectin how i feel or it s gonna be a big fight Hoods, i wouldnt have it no other way

The cops we get close when they come round, fuckin wit lil wyte gone make dat nigga come and deal wit ya, watchin what i
Studied hard and failed shouldnt of took da, dis da other half of the bar bay representatives
my hoods run down
Purple drank in my cup, we hustle from sun up to sun down
Police wonder, goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo s, get it sticky
Frayser boy a real nigga will let da, we hustle from sun up to sun down
police wonder

Frayser boy a real nigga will let da, respectin how i feel or it s gonna be a big fight
a nigga i aint slackin up
Federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin em on dey back, steel hit ya Down, i sat on my couch smoked a blunt
Still here and, got some enemies
still here and
I wouldnt have it no other way, goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo s Run, the cops we get close when they come round
Get it sticky, crystal clearly comes swiftly when u a chance to

Den opened da window let da lightning and make da, deal mayne i been through hell and back and a nigga still live
get it sticky
I sat on my couch smoked a blunt, got some enemies Run, thought it was a drug test