Hood Of Atlanta Freestyle Lyrics – Young Stoner Life, Tezzus

[Intro: Tezzus]
Eh-ah
Top of the top, yeah
We at the top of the mountain
SCUTI BØYZ, we on top of the world
ØWAY, SCUTI

[Chorus: Tezzus]
I’m rolling this dope
I’m from the hood of Atlanta, n!gga, I’m ‘posed to be broke (‘Posed to be broke)
I never lost hope
I’m with the juggers and scammers, they tryna sell you some dope (They tryna sell you some dope)

I’m nailing this ho
I’ll fu*k a hood b!tch on camera, I’ll fu*k a b!tch on the go (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up)
I’ll fu*k a b!tch on the West (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up), I’ll fu*k a b!tch on the North (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up)
Tezzus got so many hoes (Fu*k ‘еm up, fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up)

[Verse 1: Tezzus & diamond*]
I had to tеll this b!tch, “No”
We don’t tell no one when we walk in the store
Okay, I brought a gun in this ho
Maison Margiela, I walk in this ho
Okay, I’ll put a gun to your head
Bring some respect when you talk to me, ho
Okay, hopped out with so many legs, I’m bringing a motherfu*king octopus, ho
I’m bringing the motherfu*king shooters (I’m bringing the motherfu*king shooters)
We taking that blick, it’s a knock at the door (The blickies, the blickies, the blickies)
I came from the ‘oodles and noodles (Came from the ‘oodles and noodles)
I’m bringing the motherfu*king guap in this ho (Bringing it, ho)
I’m taking this b!tch, she a loser (Taking this b!tch)
I’m taking this b!tch and I’m robbing this ho (Slatt, slatt)
She came to suck d!ck in the Uber (Slatt)
Pop out with this s*it, now you popular, ho (Ow)
I fu*k with this b!tch ’cause she got some good throat
You know I ain’t with all the gossiping, ho
My brother’ll pop at a officer, ho (Baow)
I’ll point at your brodie, he puffing smoke (Bling, slime)

[Verse 2: diamond*]
Chr–Chr–Chrome on the neck and the shirt and the pants, s*it, the shades too (Damn)
It’s this life of style, I pop out the Maybach, I got on some suede boots (Oh, damn)
I just gave my dog like two or three thousand ’cause that n!gga stayed true (Real n!gga)
My shooter not really with none of that talking, he pull up and face shoot (Grrt, baow)
That lil’ bitty boy had went ‘gainst the grain, now he had to pay his dues (Fu*k him)
We got a few AR’s and switches, some Glocks and we got some K’s too (Grrt, baow)
My b!tch a lil’ bougie, she don’t do no fighting, she pull up and mace you (Let’s go)
I’m sipping on Qua’ goo (Let’s get it), not sipping no Grey Goose
If you not the homie, I promise I’m shooting the button, no fade for you (Bling, slatt)
Have you ever took a shower and your b!tch start bathing you? (Boy)
Keep a Glock, I’m not afraid of you (Ugh)
You a ho, I’m not saving you (Let’s get it, bling, slatt)

[Chorus: Tezzus]
I’m rolling this dope
I’m from the hood of Atlanta, n!gga, I’m ‘posed to be broke (‘Posed to be broke)
I never lost hope
I’m with the juggers and scammers, they tryna sell you some dope (They tryna sell you some dope)
I’m nailing this ho
I’ll fu*k a hood b!tch on camera, I’ll fu*k a b!tch on the go (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up)
I’ll fu*k a b!tch on the West (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up), I’ll fu*k a b!tch on the North (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up)
Tezzus got so many hoes (Fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up, fu*k ’em up)