Paroles: Rasaq. Ghetto Status. Hood Guy (Grindin').

[Rasaq]
Ay, ay
I'm not a good guy, Imma hood guy
Get ya hair cooked fry, chook pie
Good bye, and if I rap that besides the point
Bout to take a nine and point, put a slug beside ya joint
The size of a coin, inside of ya groin
Have that boi on the ground, tryna find his loins
And boing, we bouncin' like the bunny hop
Twenties hop, niggaz stay lookin' money drops
I got a mondays watch, tuesdays bracelet
And the list goes all the way to sunday, biotch
Million dolla man like ten divionte
Get head from beyonce, my bread is my fioncay
And I told her I don't got jiggas dollas
But I'm that nigga holla, take this dick n swallow
Ay, no disrespect little mama
But this is my persauna, make brauds pause like I come to a comma
Make lost paws when they come to the corner
The block so hot, it's like they come to a sauna
Nigga, ay I'm from where the niggaz crawl to get out
Through the balla get out, row six six tall to get out
Go to jail, and collect call to get out
Fight they way out, till they arms will get out
Nigga, ay ay pass me any beat
My flow is like a hood rat, I'm nasty in these streets
Glassy in these teeth, lookin' flashy on this beat
I'm graspin' on the heat, ay catch me on the creep
In the car top down, like it's showin' it's clevige
I'm married to my foreign, but noone believes it
Believe it, Rasaq on the block