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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mustard
Mustard
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Mikely Adam
Mikely Adam
Composer
Jay Cummins
Jay Cummins
Composer
Marquise Newman
Marquise Newman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Recording Engineer
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mikely Adam
Mikely Adam
Producer

Lyrics

These my hood tales, nigga Woke up, brushed my teeth Cross the street holla at known G "tell me about the raid that happened down the street" Blowing out smoke telling me "watch these suckas keep you a freak, but most important get your money" Smiles and cries hi's and bye's fo'sho whatever that means Got some gang now let's get something to eat pick up M got in the wind Forgot I left my pistol in the rental I was in Shootup there got my shit Back to the block where i heard some shit same time I got a text from punk ass bitch "Im pregnant" Ain't nothing happening "I used the condom bitch I ain't the daddy" In the hood ghetto tales uh In the ghetto nigga Uh I'm a ghetto nigga I'm a ghetto nigga In the hood ghetto tales Uh in the ghetto nigga Uh I'm a ghetto nigga I'm a ghetto nigga Woke up quick right about noon Just thought that I had to be in midtown soon Yankee fitted hat nigga to start my day we bang the 2uce over here thys aynt west LA Put on my fresh blue chucks with the flat blue laces Put on my earrings make sure them bitches is blanging Check the store press any nigga look like he banging Couple hours later just me and my niggas we swanging It was about six o'clock seen the house on the block with all the lights out looking like a easy flock All you gotta do is knock told that little nigga get out grab the safe grab the jewelry nigga and get out Uh now we at the skating rink nigga parking lot cripping seen a couple niggas slipping Pulled up on him quick nigga dropped the whole clip didn't leave no witnesses that's some hood shit What? hood ass bitch shut the fuck up go pair some shit Oh shit there go the police CRASH! i ain't getting caught in the sweep I'm breaking trying to shake him in my new gucci's wish I would've change 'em Fish game alley way the bird came out ran to my motherfucking aunty Tammy house Im Gucci I got a way but that don't mean I won't get another day Smokin' homie tryna sell me his J's type of shit that happen every fucking day
Writer(s): Mikely Adam, Dijon Mcfarlane, Jay Cummins, Marquise De Angelo Newman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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