Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Powell
Songwriter
Lyrics
Boyz in the hood tryna make it to the top
I be holding on the glock
Bro be holding on the chop
I just wanna be great
Nigga play gone pop
Ion play bout my brothas
Nigga head gone drop
When you give me that chop hold on to the stock
I be tryna chase niggas
She just gave me that drop
I aint even fuck the hoe
She just gave me dat top
Hit a nigga in his head
Whole body gone lock
Fuck the baddest of the bunch Whole gang gone flock
I ain't worried bout a opp
Cause i know i shake blocks
Me and bro on every car
Nigga know i bust glocks
I ain't worried bout a opp
Cause i know i bend blocks
Me and bro on every opp
Nigga know he gone drop
Nigga know we aint the beatles But the chop gone rock
Pull up red light nigga gone car stop
Make a nigga see hell den he going up top
Ole famous ass nigga i don't need no bitch
Bro got me a chop i don't need that stick
If its sweet we can meet
We gone need that lick
Hoe creep bitch leave
Yeen gettin that dick
Fresh up out that county
Nigga blowing that blick
I perform need a drac
Fo i go in that bit
Ain't no sitting on the block
Cause i'm on that shit
Wierd car new glock
Finna blow on they shit
I be tweakin cant smoke
Mind gone and shit
And i really hope them crackas Leave me lone this year
Tryna make it to the top
Tryna get me a deal
When a nigga killed jay
Shit here got real
Had to open up my eyes
Now im totin dat steel
Heart cold cant love yeen know how it feel
No coach no goal both feet in the field
Nigga wanted some money so im leavin that crib
Been leaving that bit since 12 years old
Never needed handouts
I was out on my own
Keep one in the head tryna check a nigga dome
Stupid hoe aint tryna fuck
Why you even on the phone When im down and i'm broke When im up and i blow
Imma need you stay the same Cause you know your ass wrong
Wanna come around a nigga They don't even like your songs
Boyz in the hood tryna make it to the top
I be holding on the glock
Bro be holding on the chop
I just wanna be great
Nigga play gone pop
Ion play bout my brothas
Nigga head gone drop
When you give me that chop hold on to the stock
I be tryna chase niggas
She just gave me that drop
I aint even fuck the hoe
She just gave me dat top
Hit a nigga in his head
Whole body gone lock
Fuck the baddest of the bunch Whole gang gone flock
I ain't worried bout a opp
Cause i know i shake blocks
Me and bro on every car
Nigga know i bust glocks
I ain't worried bout a opp
Cause i know i bend blocks
Me and bro on every opp
Nigga know he gone drop
Nigga know we aint the beatles But the chop gone rock
Pull up red light nigga gone car stop
Make a nigga see hell then he going up top
I been living through hell
I been going through a lot
Young nigga in the streets
Hand out to the guap
Get a deal
Imma go and drop a chain off top
Try to reach imma teach
Dont get taught by the glock
I just fucked a bad hoe then she Put me on da spot
I ain't really tryna cuff
I just came for the wap
You just came for the cash
Like a rock in a pop
You aint wanna nigga then
Like you want a nigga now
Straight boyz n the hood
Want me cause i made it out
I ain't goin for that shit
All a hoe get is dick
Tryna set a nigga up
Betta hope he don't miss
Cause the end of this barrel what ya lips gone kiss
Class back in session
Blow the stick you dismissed
You know i don't trust shit
It aint me that she miss
She just hating on the fact
It aint me that she with
Nigga know im out late in the Street with a blick
If a nigga tryna scheme
Tell em tricks for the kids
Never change on the gang
No price no bid
Never put it back down
Cause the price too big
Imma ball till i fall
Gotta build up again
Nah losing ain't a option
Boy a nigga gotta win
And yeah i talk to God but a nigga gotta sin
Ian gone be happy til my kids got Ms
Nah ian gone be happy til i bought a few benz
They aint see me comin up they gone need new lens
Imma ball till i fall
Gotta build up again
Nah losing ain't a option
Boy a nigga gotta win
And yeah i talk to God but a nigga gotta sin
Boyz in the hood tryna make it to the top
I be holding on the glock
Bro be holding on the chop
I just wanna be great
Nigga play gone pop
Ion play bout my brothas
Nigga head gone drop
When you give me that chop hold on to the stock
I be tryna chase niggas
She just gave me that drop
I aint even fuck the hoe
She just gave me dat top
Hit a nigga in his head
Whole body gone lock
Fuck the baddest of the bunch Whole gang gone flock
I ain't worried bout a opp
Cause i know i shake blocks
Me and bro on every car
Nigga know i bust glocks
I ain't worried bout a opp
Cause i know i bend blocks
Me and bro on every opp
Nigga know he gone drop
Nigga know we aint the beatles But the chop gone rock
Pull up red light nigga gone car stop
Make a nigga see hell den he going up top
I been living through hell
I been going through a lot
Young nigga in the streets
Hand out to the guap
Get a deal
Imma go and drop a chain off top
Try to reach imma teach
Dont get taught by the glock
Writer(s): Joshua Powell
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