Tchaaa!
Tata!
See what you have is that movement
It's Flo Rida
Ace Hood homie
Ace Hood homie
Ace Hood homie
My face good in that hood my nigga
My face good in that hood my nigga
My face good in that hood my nigga
Just know that homie
My face good while they at me on deck
See they got me on deck my nigga
We got next, we up next
We got next, we up next
We leaving proud with homie
From the streets to the block
To the drive to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good in that hood my nigga
My face good in that hood my nigga
My face good in that hood my nigga
Tchaaa!
A 1988's momma birthed a fuckin G
I tell her, tell her bottom get me Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my deepest sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner
Ain't no school for me
Bumped them teachers that be preaching serving working truth
Had a Visa Visa card
Taxing only 17
My face is good in the hood I was
A real n***a they salute you
When you getting green
The youngest youngest on the block totin 17
Them AR's that tucked inside of my denim jeans
So show your pads or get stretched
Like a flat screen
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the streets
My face good while they at me on deck
Go out at night cause the ghetto got next
My face good
My face good in the hood
My face good
From the streets to the block
To the drive to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good
My face good in the hood
My face good
Tchaaa! I'm in that butter pink and beamer creeping through the hood
Gotta keep it good
A good a n***a's new and wood
Better have a past courtesy of me your face good
Still hit the streets of this city blocking my damn hood
When n****s taking life for free
Like a canned good
I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood
Better take your presents when you stepping through a man's hood
Cause you get caught up with them choppers leave your dad home
Cause even genie bugs goons got a dead zone
Red zone
Fake face then your head gone
I'm from the city and it ain't nice to pay a cell phone
It ain't right that's right get your bang on
My face good while they at me on deck
Go out at night cause the ghetto got next
My face good
My face good in the hood
My face good
My face good in the hood
My face good
From the streets to the block
To the drive to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good
My face good in the hood
My face good
And I was a low key posted by the front door
Young dreadlock
Rocking the dickies and the torch
Gotta out the reds man forced to keep me on the porch
But look I don't give a f*** to these crooks
They show no remorse
F*** a murderer but never heard of the source
F***ing me where I got to got to from
Did I serve a fiend some
Trying to put my fingerprints in now alone to clean
A real n***a never born to be a snitch
Never knew that I'd be rich
But the streets made this
And since the jitter n***a stayed in the mix
Never snitching on the b***h so the feds know
Pay my dues to the real
I was good with the b***h
My face good while they at me on deck
Go out at night cause the ghetto got next
My face good
My face good
My face good
From the streets to the block
To the draft to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good
My face good
My face good