Hoods Run Down lyrics

(LiL Wyte)
Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe
Whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble
Cuz i get up in'em, get it sticky, it could get icky and gritty
Crystal clearly comes swiftly when u a chance to get wit me
I Put it down for da B.A.Y. MothafuKca, therapy gorilla squad
U.T.T. Muthaf*cka, YaLL don't kNow shyt about that chek ya
BAY AREA fact the federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin'em on dey back
Had to take a drug test, thought it was a DRUG test
Studied hard and failed shouldn't of took da answers to my chest
Goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo's in a Lac Truck
On spinners man das f*cked uP. I sat on my couch smoked a bLunt
And create some thunder, den opened da window let da lightning
And make da Police wonder. I'll get'em off the trail while the real criminals wonder
I guess dis summea a lil ol'hustle is too far beyond us

We hustle from sun up to sun down, the cops we get close when they come round
We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down, my hoods run down

We hustle from sun up to sun down, the cops we get close when they come round
We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down, my hoods run down

(FRAYSER BOY)
n*gga, n*gga, dis da other half of the BAR Bay Representatives
Watchin what i say around deze snitches cUz dey listenin
Frayser boy a Real n*gga will let da steeL hit'ya
f*ckin wit lil wyte gone make dat n*gga come and deal wit'ya
Purple drank in my cUp, bLowin dank in my truck
Hit da bank stackin bucks, a n*gga i ain't slackin uP
Bay n*ggas click tyte make me get ya shyt right
Respectin how i feel or it's gonna be a big fight
Mobbin down Frayser BLVD,wit my 45
Lettin it loose if you think you hard or you wanna try
Gettin it how i live in da Bride das my stompin ground
Got some enemies so das why a pistol come around
Muthaf*ckaz actin like dey dont know da real deal mayne
I been through heLL and back and a n*gga still live
Still here and i wouldn't have it no other way
Now knowin what it means to live and die from the BAY!
We hustle from sun up to sun down, the cops we get close when they come round
We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down, my hoods run down