Lyrics Lil Keed – Real Hood Baby

YoungBoyBrown, on my kid

Lil Keed:
Yeah, yeah, real hood baby, yeah
These niggas’ hoes so shady, yeah

Yeah, I’m a hood baby, hood baby
No, I don’t care ’bout your old lady
Yeah, you get smoked ’cause your old lady
I cut that ho off, I got more ladies
Pourin’ this red by the four, baby
Yeah, Chanel coat, Chanel kicks
Know I’ma drip on these folks, baby
Yeah, I’m with Lil Menace and my racks attended
Two racks on my shoes, dawg, I got that at churches
Snake head on my pendant, it hold it together
I told Lil Gotit, «Hold it together»
These niggas try you, shoot it together (Woo)
Fuck forensics, we shoot it up, they know we did it, woo
I just told my lil’ bitch put that pussy on me, ooh
And my main bitch mad she can’t tell me what to do

Yeah, yeah, real hood baby, yeah
These niggas’ hoes so shady, yeah
Give it to ’em, real good cadence, yeah
I’m runnin’ this shit like Patriots, yeah
Runnin’ this shit like I’m LeBron
Not scary, I’m takin’ precaution
We choppin’ shit down like a dead man
It’s a whole bunch of shots, so we dead on
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, whole bunch of hundreds on me, diamonds on me so frozen
No love for these hoes, I hit her one time then I’m done, yeah
Niggas mad ’cause they ho wanna see me, yes, I’m the one
No, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout smoke, I’m with Stickbaby the Don

Stickbaby:
Yeah, yeah, know it’s Stickbaby, Stickbaby
I shoot that shit up in broad day
Niggas, they know how I get, baby
No back and forth, know I’ma hit, baby
No back and forth, suck on my dick, baby
If I headshot a kid, pay the tip, baby
Yeah, I’m with the shit (Ooh)
Racks on me right now, bitch (Ooh)
Get right in that pussy, bitch (Ooh)
Beat it up, beat it up
Back up that ass, baby, toot it up
Slimes across, you can’t fit in here
Perc’ got me itchin’, I might need some Benadryl
I went up so these niggas fallin’ out
Yeah, these racks in the bank, not my house

Lil Keed:
Yeah, yeah, real hood baby, yeah
These niggas’ hoes so shady, yeah
Give it to ’em, real good cadence, yeah
I’m runnin’ this shit like Patriots, yeah
Runnin’ this shit like I’m LeBron
Not scary, I’m takin’ precaution
We choppin’ shit down like a dead man
It’s a whole bunch of shots, so we dead on
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, whole bunch of hundreds on me, diamonds on me so frozen
No love for these hoes, I hit her one time then I’m done, yeah
Niggas mad ’cause they ho wanna see me, yes, I’m the one
No, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout smoke, I’m with Stickbaby the Don

Yeah, racks up in my pants, Chanel trousers
Yeah, clips up on these Glocks, twin towers
I don’t wanna talk about it
We givin’ smoke about it
Don’t wanna talk about it
We givin’ smoke