Intro: Doe Boy & KEY! 
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard 
Beezy 
Woah, Kenny! 

Chorus 
Slidin' through the hood in my?new?ghost 
I'm fucking a?bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe 
Went on?the block to check the trap 
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go) 
A car pulled up, who can it be? 
Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me 
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say) 
Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face (let's go) 

Verse 1 
Woke up quick at about noon 
Just thought that I had to be on [?] Ave. soon 
I gotta grab my gun before my day begin 
'Cause I need it when I kick it with my thug ass friends 
Got a .50 in his clip, he think he slidin' down this bitch 
Think he slidin', must ain't never thought 'bout dyin' 'round this bitch 
I was twelve years old tryna ride for the clique 
I just told your hoe I loved her, I was lyin' to your bitch (oh, really?) 
You can't ask about no Beezy, they will tell you he blow 
Cops question 'bout a murder, yeah, they swear I know 
Young n***a on the block tryna sell me a pole 
Lil Mike J tryna sell a gun he just stole 

Chorus 
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost 
I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe (let's go) 
Went on the block to check the trap 
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (oh really) 
A car pulled up, who can it be? 
Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me 
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say) 
Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face (let's go) 

Verse 2
You think he gangta but he pussy, no, your man's not with it
Safe figures spot a couple hundred bands locked in it
Yellow tape on the block, yeah, headshot did it
N***a rolled his window down, then his head dropped with it
Bald lil n***a, and I barely don't listen
Let you cuff the bitch, I just fuck and go missing
RBMG, bitch, we play with extensions
Only time my card was pulled when I was playing in prison (no cap)
Yeah, them boys in the hood, they think they hard
'Til you catch 'em outside, leave 'em dead in the yard
When I pull up with that choppa, I ain't playin' at all
Shouldn't o' tried to be a gangsta, shoulda kept playin' ball (oh, really?)

Chorus
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face

Outro
(Boys in the hood, they always hard)
Let's go