Whole Neighborhood lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


[Intro]
Natra
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1]
Pull up real strong, then the kick gone
Man in control, made a ton off of Bitcoin
Left me in the cold, n*ggas switched on me
For the cash, shoot your ass like a sitcom
Have my young n*ggas circle the block
I prefer purp on the rocks
Caught by the cops
Know who I am, you do not
She wanna f*ck me a lot
She give me top in the parking lot
b*tch we heat the block with them carbons out
These n*ggas all bark, they just talk a lot
Chopsticks all out the window
Cardi b*tch, play 'em like Nintendo
I like you but I wanna f*ck your friend though
Knock you out like Kimbo, I’ll pop you like a pimple
Soarin' in the vert, foreign whip go skrrt

[Chorus]
12 get behind me, b*tch, I'm smashin’, ah
Tell my brother hit me back another day
Block hot, my bro just caught another case
Trap hot like a sauna, driveway like McDonald's
Bringin' home truckloads
Diamonds gleamin', gettin' high with your ho
Neck, wrist, ice cold, all my diamonds froze
b*tch we slangin' dope, your whole neighborhood know
Ayy, these n*ggas poppin' up dead
They don't know if it was said (Shut up)
Stay the f*ck in the house if you scared
I want a prayer, free my dawgs locked in the feds
[Verse 2]
Draco flip a n*gga like gymnastics, let his ass have it
Catch his ass in traffic, it’s tragic
I’ll be shiftin' like, "Oh, that’s a big gun" (Damn)
Drive-by in the hood, that's a hem run
Never goin' broke, no way, my b*tch go both ways, hey
These n*ggas mad for real, they goin' out bad for real, could’ve already had a deal
Old broke ass chopper through the window
b*tch ass n*gga poppin' through the pillow
Throw the dope through the fences in Balencis
Oh, I think they wanna know how I'm gettin' it
My uncle trained like a chemist
Get a bag then go get it, oh

[Chorus]
12 get behind me, b*tch, I'm smashin', ah
Tell my brother hit me back another day
Block hot, my bro just caught another case
Trap hot like a sauna, driveway like McDonald's
Bringin' home truckloads
Diamonds gleamin', gettin' high with your ho
Neck, wrist, ice cold, all my diamonds froze
b*tch we slangin' dope, your whole neighborhood know
Ayy, these n*ggas poppin' up dead
They don't know if it was said (Shut up)
Stay the f*ck in the house if you scared
I want a prayer, free my dawgs locked in the feds
[Outro]
Neck, wrist, ice cold, all my diamonds froze
b*tch we slangin' dope, your whole neighborhood know
Natra
We got London on da Track
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