[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Tramp yap yooby or yicky is all ratchet
W***e, s**t, b***h or a floozy the same reaction
Blood cuhz nothin but thugs we’re all active
Mean mug up in the club, it makes us active!
Hard heads goonies so Loony ready for action
Five blocks, six and seven, n***a was hapn'en!
Hood s**t hoodies and dickies that’s how I dress
Real spit, homie, you know me, I am a mess!
White v diamonds be shinning throughout my teeth
No sleep, hustling and grindin they’re trying to eat
Brain wire, all I desire is grimey s**t
Flame fire out of the muzzle when choppers spit
Dice games stay in my lane a gutter b***h
Thick hips loving my fame, but she ain’t s**t
Hood rich chef in the kitchen, I got that twist
So slick, planning and plotting my next lick
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko](x2)
All I kno is hood!
All I kno is hood!
All I kno is hood!
All I kno is hood!
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Yada, yams, yiggin no difference, it’s all yickins
Drop it, lock it, rock it, I’m twisting it in the kitchen
Pistol, popper, knocker, a chopper it’s all heat
Block em, pop em, drop em, or stop em if I dont eat
Body wit me sticky or difference it all moves
Hustle, juggle, cope wit the bubble, I can’t lose!
Chips, cheese, paper and yaper, its all bread
Greeders, riders, hustlers in bushes we all fed!
Snitches, b***hes, witness, informent, it’s all the same
Shaking, backing, kidnapping, take a p**s on his grave
Gang bang, repin the name I’m from the soil
Rap game, nothing but flames, I got that oil!
Gudda budda seepin and leaking like I’ma boil
Old school, acting a fool, that delta royal!
Slang speech, talking the streets, I’m trying to teach
Preach, heat over these beats, expand my reach
[Hook]
[Verse 3:Big Scoob]
Pistols, macs, pieces, my pirates, my bushel fire
P***y power privilege, I live this, this all I got!
Thieves, phonies, fakers and flunkies they want it from me
Muscle, hustle, tussle and struggle, I need my money!
Snitches, bitches, preachers, and rickets now I’m the target
Bad intentions, vengeance, I’m with this, let’s get it started!
Rain, pain, walk with the flame I gets retarted
Street beast, bring me the beef and watch me char it
No sleep up for a week I’m chasing paper!
Slow creeps back with the heat, I’m in my scraper!
So deep, most of my peeps they didn’t make it!
Locked back I'm resting in peace, this s**t is sacred!
Music moving up in this movement, but I’m still losing
Trying to do it, prove it, pursuing and get down through it
Slacked on, comin to get it, I knew I could
So strong, taking the throne back to the hood!
[Hook]
