Noho (feat. RG Jaydog)

I just might blow like C4
 Lot of blue hundids in this bankroll
 Now you knowin' my time is on zero
 Shoot me a nigga, go in death row
 From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo
 We billionaires, but fight 'em all
 Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night
 The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on
 My goon guard me and my metal on
 Blitz with blicks
 Hoppin' out just for a bitch
 Pussy ass hoe, he tuckin' his shit
 I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks
 If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes
 I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold
 Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four
 I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a hoe
 Bitch, I'm Hood Baby, don't think I'm a hoe
 No love for these bitches, I'm doggin' these hoes
 I see them tellin' from back of the row
 Itty-bitty car, see how fast can you go?
 Car skrrt, skrrt, made his ass crash on the road
 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, stick hit up the window
 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, Jakes, we smash on them folks
 Yeah, we on the way to your hoe
 Chop off his lips for doin' all that cappin'
 Stick line him up perfect like Bigen
 Ain't stealin' the drip, we had it for ages
 Locked up in a foreign, but we beat the cases
 I'm Lil Gotit, bitch, I get this shit poppin'
 Make him go and clear his safety deposit
 Whip out my shit, bet she suck like some lolli's
 So many bands, I need me a dolly
 Face tatted up and dressed like I'm Yakki
 She copy, she copy, he copy, he copy
 FN on my waist, it get hot like a pocket
 I woke 'em up 'cause they like how I pop it
 Don't fuck with me, yeah, Jaydog tweak
 Get the address, yeah, we spin for weeks
 They know where I'm at, I'm with stick junkie
 I'ma be the one playin' with money
 I just might blow like C4
 Lot of blue hundids in this bankroll
 Now you knowin' my time is on zero
 Shoot me a nigga, go in death row
 From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo
 We billionaires, but fight 'em all
 Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night
 The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on
 My goon guard me and my metal on
 Blitz with blicks
 Hoppin' out just for a bitch
 Pussy ass hoe, he tuckin' his shit
 I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks
 If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes
 I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold
 Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four
 I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a hoe
 Bitch, I'm big slatt, please don't think I'm a hoe
 We spin the block like two times in a row
 Jump out the whip in all black like a crow
 Got hot on the stage, fucked a fan at my show
 Clean out your spot from the front to backdoor
 Ran in his spot 'cause I wanted some more
 Big Balenci' 41 on my toes
 Wipin' his nose, you know how it go
 Hop out the whip and we chop up the backstreet
 Yeah, I know he play sports 'cause he run like an athlete
 So we lurk on his block with a stick on the back seat
 Smokin' exotic, this shit come from Cali'
 Dripped out with Gotit, I know he gon' pop it
 Redbone bitch, I just caught her from Follies
 And she latina, keep callin' me "papi"
 Backend for shows, I pull up and rock it
 He think he the plug, but him not the socket
 I'm puttin' this shit on, I know they gon' cop it
 This gun on my waist, you get hot like a Taki'
 They asleep, they woke up with me on a rocket
 Now I'm countin' bands with Hood Baby
 All cashed out when you live in these streets
 Pulled off on me in an SRT
 Then came back with a straight-eight Jeep
 I just might blow like C4
 Lot of blue hundids in this bankroll
 Now you knowin' my time is on zero
 Shoot me a nigga, go in death row
 From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo
 We billionaires, but fight 'em all
 Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night
 The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on
 My goon guard me and my metal on
 Blitz with blicks
 Hoppin' out just for a bitch
 Pussy ass hoe, he tuckin' his shit
 I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks
 If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes
 I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold
 Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four
 I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a hoe
 Jump out the whip in all black like a crow
 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, stick hit up the window
 Wipin' his nose, you know how it go
 Skrrt, skrrt, rrt, rrt, yeah, we on the way to yo' hoe
 Ain't stealin' no drip, we had it for ages
 Hop out the whip and we chop up the backstreet
 I know he play sports 'cause he run like an athlete