Ar-Ab - Put Your Hood Up lyrics
rate me[Hook]
If you get dirty money, put your hood up
10 deep on the block, put your hoods up
9 o’s in the spot and it’s cooked up
Tryina rob ar-ab, nigga, good luck
All my niggas put your hood up
All my bitches put your hood up
We smoking off good stuff
If you need some, I can get you hooked up
Put your hood up, put your, put your hood up
Put your hood up, put your, put your hood up
Looking at the suckers from the rear view
All I see is money at a clear view
You ain’t talking money, I don’t hear you
Wanna rob me, I dare you
Red bone bad and the thickan
I’m bout to beat it up like I’m vican
I’m just tryina duck the enditment
Cause if not, catch the bodies for excitement
Trap house job, got a drive through
Only pay 35 when I buy 2
I live on the block, you don’t drive to
Last nigga died when he tried to
Sell hard but I get to buy the salt
So I’m spending money like I hit the powerball
You niggas running late, you a hour off
I got your main girl saying I’m a boss
[Hook]
If you get dirty money, put your hood up
10 deep on the block, put your hoods up
9 o’s in the spot and it’s cooked up
Tryina rob ar-ab, nigga, good luck
All my niggas put your hood up
All my bitches put your hood up
We smoking off good stuff
If you need some, I can get you hooked up
Put your hood up, put your, put your hood up
Put your hood up, put your, put your hood up
Fuck them pain pills, need the detox
The cocaine back like rebook
I can fit 20 stack in my levi
16 shots, I form like eli
I can show you shit that you can’t teach
Thinking bout nice still I ain’t eat
I was broke, all the girls ain’t speak
Now they go down on me till they can’t breathe
Everybody rap but they not me
My girl caught a job when she caught me
Even the cops can’t stop me
Got 10 grand on a nigga who shot me
My block never seen a slow grind
You got your own dig why you want mine
Broke niggas getting paid on mine
So I turnt the alley to a gold mine
[Hook]
If you get dirty money, put your hood up
10 deep on the block, put your hoods up
9 o’s in the spot and it’s cooked up
Tryina rob ar-ab, nigga, good luck
All my niggas put your hood up
All my bitches put your hood up
We smoking off good stuff
If you need some, I can get you hooked up
Put your hood up, put your, put your hood up
Put your hood up, put your, put your hood up.
