Hoodie (feat. BSlime & Lil Gotit)

(Southside on the track, yeah)

Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy

What about (Metro)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy

Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it

Make sure you make her experience her nutty

Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty

Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl-

In front company, Trayvon hoodie

Know it's all goodie

Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies

Durag business

Looking all boogie, but saving all your cookies

Act to the right, red for the rookies

A- on the right and on the left

Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey (yeah, like ourselves, hey)

And you was supposed to call me back

But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy

I just got a call one of my brothers got whacked

It was time to ride, slid the sticks and the masks

You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and

If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness

Round of applause, we one of one in this battle

Mama say she look in my eyes she see a casket

Daddy said he look in my eyes he see a bastard

I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined

Round of applause you think you winning the battle

No, I don't wanna lose, so I casper

I was rocking Jimmy Choos on my first tour

I still was thinking like a fool on my first tour

Now I'm on my worst tour

That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy

Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it

Make sure you make her experience her nutty

Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty

Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl-

In front company, Trayvon hoodie

Know it's all goodie

Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies

Durag business

Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast

Thousand, bet a thousand, shoot it all, I'm betting on Cee-lo

Cash prize, let her cash it in, ain't left her with a note

Never bit, ain't never, ever (never)

Palm Angel with the vibes, we like to swap out (we like to swap out)

Drop top, we pushing P, she got her cock-eyed, cock-eyed

Sharing bank rolls, they brung them props out (they brung them props out)

Ain't no switching sides, I'm with the guys 'til I pass out

Now they say they feeling us (yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (nah)

F- her every night, I know for sure, she catching many nuts (body count)

Cali Distro sendin' boxes through just like it's Pizza Hut (phew)

Put it on, they eat it up (eat it), flooded diamonds, my pieces up

Drop the top, you smell me in the wind

I been feelin' like a DJ when I tell 'em spin (360)

Ran up all these millions, so I went, copped ma that Benz (skrrt)

Long live my f- brother, that's my brodie, that's my twin (Keed, Keed)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy

Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it

Make sure you make her experience her nutty

Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty

Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl-

In front company, Trayvon hoodie

Know it's all goodie

Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies

Durag business

Looking all boogie, but saving all your cookies

Act to the right, red for the rookies

A- on the right and on the left

Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey

Like ourselves, hey