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Lil Gotit - Da Real HoodBabies (Remix) [feat. Lil Baby] (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit
Performer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Composer
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Composer
Matthew Banks
Matthew Banks
Composer
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Producer
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Producer
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Producer
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Producer

Lyrics

B-B-Bankroll got It Uh, got it H-O-O-D (huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (baby) I'm the real hood baby (the real one) Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (tatted) I laced it up (uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (go get it) Got monkey bullets in this TEC (brr) And it's takin' off your neck (gah) Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (boom) Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (damn) Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (let's go) Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (movie) Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (superstar status) Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (talk to 'em) Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (uh) Nutted on her face, yeah, Gotit left a mess (uh) Then she let the sh- drip down to her chest (uh, uh) Bitch, I want M's, I ain't talkin' 'bout necks (let's go) Do one, kingpin, it's on to the next (to what) They askin' who steppin' shit, come get stretched (me) Too high, havin' Percocet, gon' balance it (uh) Got a bag, move out the hood to Buckhead (what) It's a show, Rio hit my phone like: (they up) "Bro, what the hell?" Fat, geeked up, smokin' cookies Givin' hell, these niggas ain't nothin' but some rookies (huh) They say I ain't a killer, lil' nigga, just push me (woah) AMG Benz geeked up, it's pushin' (skrt) Stickin' to the T, I ain't talkin' 'bout pusha cut the cap Talk, all the could've, would've, should've Smokin' Backwoods, we don't roll no swishers (ah, ah, ah) H-O-O-D (huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (baby) I'm the real hood baby (the real one) Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (tatted) I laced it up (uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get it) Got monkey bullets in this TEC (brr) And it's takin' off your neck (gah) Shots in the middle might hit a flip (boom) Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (damn) Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (let's go) Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (movie) Superstar status got hoes in the VIP (superstar status) Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (talk to 'em) I went to Baby, the bitch won't forget it One of the members, I'm part of the set My lil' boy three, I just gave him a 'Vette The backend too big so they sent me a check Don't want your number, I only want sex If she don't give me head, I'ma cut off her neck You get an F and an N if you test it They hate to say it, I'm one of the best If she tried to curve me, I fucked on her bestie I told Lil Gotit he gotta be next You don't get points if you fuck on my ex You don't do work, you for real? I'm like, "Next" I'm runnin' laps around niggas, no sweat Invested half a ticket on my necklace I'm with the slime, this shit can get treacherous I don't want no green, I only want red I only want beans? Bitch, I ain't green (yeah) "Do you want a Perc?" Hell yeah, that's me (oh yeah) Bitch, I'm the baby, hood baby, yeah, the king (huh) Rockstar Gotit, got cuts on my jeans (huh) That bitch so lit, she pop her a bean How many haters this shit gon' bring? Shit, how many more nigga act gon' change? (talk to 'em) Bitch, I'm poppin' everywhere, 'jects and cage (bitch) H-O-O-D (huh), B-A-B-I-E-S (baby) I'm the real hood baby (the real one) Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (tatted) I laced it up (uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (go get it) Got monkey bullets in this TEC (brr) And it's takin' off your neck (gah) Shots in the middle might hit a flip (boom) Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (damn) Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (let's go) Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (movie) Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status) Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (talk to 'em)
Writer(s): Semaja Z. Render, Taylor Banks, Matthew Banks, Joel Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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