Running My Hood by Stunna World Hoot lyrics

Running My Hood

Stunna World Hoot

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APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m doing this shit

I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
You niggas know that
I tot toolies and shit

I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m movin this shit

I got a brick on my wrist
I got a brick on my wrist
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m doing this shit
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You niggas know that
I tot toolies and shit
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m movin this shit
I got a brick on my wrist

I got a brick on my wrist
Glock on me now
.45 with the dick
You niggas be talkin

I’m slangin this bitch
I pull with choppers
I pull up with mobsters
Or niggas that really be

Serving these bricks
Come to my kitchen
I’m breaking the 4th

The pressure I use is like
Part of the port
Come in my closet
Check out these choppers

It really look like
I be going to war
They say they want pressurе

I’m bringin em raw
He buyin em 2s
And I’m bringing him 4s
Coping thе food

I’m throwin the soft
Bells in the closet
For niggas like dolph
Come to my section

They tell you I ball
Do your research
Show me your flaw

This crown on my head
And it ain’t coming off
So get out your feelings

And get move that shit on
I step in the club
Be cuffin his hoe
I fucked already

Don’t want her no mo’
That bitch that you missin
That bitch that you kissin
I really be having my dick in her throat
I’m runnin my hood

I’m runnin my hood
That nigga she with I just throwed em a fo
Was thrown the nigga nine ounces
But the pussy ass nigga

He movin too slow
Got the game in a headlock
Gotcha bitch watching my wrist watch
Rolly on no tic tok

Fixed stones they flipped flopped
Pull up in that big drop
Got the truck filled with big blocks
Threw the keys to my big blocks

Said don’t get my shit hot
I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m doing this shit
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You niggas know that
I tot toolies and shit
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m movin this shit
I got a brick on my wrist

I got a brick on my wrist
You really can tell that
I’m doing this shit
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
You niggas know that
I tot toolies and shit
I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood

You really can tell that
I’m movin this shit
I got a brick on my wrist
I got a brick on my wrist (put that lil ass shit up)
Heavy coca

Brand new motor with the chauffeur
Grab the scopa
I bend that nigga
Tell that bitch to go

And bend it over
Yellow Holder baking soda
That’s money odor
Lil haven high roller

I’m duckin twelve
Busin bands I love the smell
Said you moving dough
Then took so long that dope then fell

Bitch I’m winning (yeah)
See that face that shit look stale
Ball like NFL
NBA can keep that stick with me

Like in they jail
I fuck yo bitch all from the back
I’m pullin on her hair

Look this ain’t no cap
I run it up for real
Heavy traffic on the ave
Ion need no deal
People just snatched my bro

Nell man this shit to real
People just snatched my bro
Nell man this shit to real
Man this shit to real
Man deezy keep it trill

Deezy been pushin them slabs
Deezy poppin pills
Bitch I do this for the ave
Pull up it’s a drill

I got my hood
I’m running my hood
With that vacuum seal
I got it sign and sealed and still

I run my hood
I’m running my hood
With that vacuum seal

I got it signed and sealed
And still and still
I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood

I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m doing this shit

I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
You niggas know that
I tot toolies and shit

I’m running my hood
I’m running my hood
You really can tell that
I’m movin this shit
I got a brick on my wrist

I got a brick on my wrist