Hood up lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Blaat Blaat
I got your little brother throwin' the hood up
Blaat Blaat
Got your little sister throwin' the hood up
Hit the club my doors lift up, f*cked up and im turnt up
Iced out and im purped up, these f*ck n*ggas know whats up

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Blaat Blaat
Mane these n*ggas know the roll call, you came with them f*ck all y'all iced out grill like Paul wall
My car a.....
Flexin' hard could buy the bar i could hit the lot could buy any car f*ck all these girls f*ck all these broads
Im shinin' like an Audemar got money like the city hall, Yao Ming tall Lifes a b*tch i f*cked her raw
And then im like f*ck the law , sh*ttin' on the bathroom stall i got money buy the mall 50 racks I could do this at the mall

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Blaat Blaat
I got your little brother throwin' the hood up
Blaat Blaat
Got your little sister throwin' the hood up
Hit the club my doors lift up, f*cked up and im turnt up
Iced out and im purped up, these f*ck n*ggas know whats up

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane not nice at all......... break a rule f*ck a law .45 compact in my draws
Im so rich i gotta ball,im so hood i'd buy the mall, my car is a Spyder b*tch so you know we gotta crawl
Your car speak Spanish don't he? , My plug he speaks Russian
Well you bluffin' better hush it fore' you leave with a concussion
Im..... bussin sellin' pills and Robitussin gettin these bricks i gotta' touch it brick squad known for breaking budgets
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Blaat Blaat
I got your little brother throwin' the hood up
Blaat Blaat
Got your little sister throwin' the hood up
Hit the club my doors lift up, f*cked up and im turnt up
Iced out and im purped up, these f*ck n*ggas know whats up

[Verse 3: Trouble]
Blaat blaat
I get blood love all the time
Blaat blaat
I got my ruben bringin' me dimes
Im talkin two k's
Bands into b*tches
At the strip club they know whats up by 20%
I got the whole brick reppin' them flame, with the mob behind them DTE forever shinin'
But they ain't extra with them, my 10 milli got extra in it
Shine up or line up pus*y
I send a message to dem'

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Blaat Blaat
I got your little brother throwin' the hood up
Blaat Blaat
Got your little sister throwin' the hood up
Hit the club my doors lift up, f*cked up and im turnt up
Iced out and im purped up, these f*ck n*ggas know whats up
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