[Hook: Kembe X] I got ten hoes on ten hoes Been throwed off endo The Benzo's a fishbowl No tints on my windows Gettin' chose by them hoes My sis knows from En Vogue These blunts can't get no bigger I'm doing hoodrat shit with my niggas
[Verse 1: Alex Wiley] 44s I'm tippin', big blunts I'm splittin' These bitches be bitter, heard me spit, now she strippin' Cause this Village shit too hittin', and you know we gon' grind In your lovely crib with your lovely bitch, but I hope you don't mind Cause I'm ridin' 'round with my dick out, Toyota Priuses tricked out Yo' grandmama taking me shopping, she's buying whatever I pick out And you know The Village gon stick out Like a sore thumb, bitch I'm goin dumb Hotboxing the whip, ain't stoppin' for shit When you hear the fucks, then you know it's us You ain't down with that money team! 10 Honda Civics, parked outside Fuck Whoopie G for 100 Gs? Hit me up, Whoopie, I'm 'bout that life 'Bout that life, thicker than a motherfuckin' Snicker All I wanna do every day of my life is hoodrat shit with my niggas
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[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Get off, sick cough, hit licks, don't get caught Kidnap like Jigsaw, Big Meech, bitch, I'm Rick Ross Got a odd to the liquor, got a Swisher to the weed That's that Save Money militia till my niggas rest in peace Hit that Zan, that's my dance, that's just Chance rappin' raps In the land with the fam, and my man's super slapped Throwing bands in the stands to my stans, them my fans This for real, this for free, this for playing at the trap Good God, them good raps, you gave up for them hoodrats Been a Long Time, since Hey Ma Cause you burned down on your good shit, like Fuck is You Tahmbout? Trill niggas still switchin' lanes, lil niggas still hit them stains Real niggas still hit them bangs