HOODLUMZ Lyrics – Denzel Curry

Read the full HOODLUMZ lyrics by Denzel Curry, A Rocky and PlayThatBoiZay along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
N!ggas in the hood

[Verse 1: PlayThatBoiZay]
I’m ’bout my profit
If I rob plug, I’m the socket
Run that s*it up, b!tch I’m Sonic
Feeling iconic
Need my d!ck wet, I’m aquatic
My life a comic
B!tch I’m lit, electronic
This the new wave, catastrophic

Smoking on chronic, rocking black flag like I’m gothic
In my hood, I’m trending topic
You outta pocket
My b!tch, she foreign exotic
I’m bout my skrilla deposits, in love with narcotics
Drip on your b!tch like the faucet
Hate be so rubber, the love is so toxic
Groupie hoes eat me up like I’m chocolate
Day ones with me, n!ggas clique hopping
Shooters with me, I’m too known to be boxing
N!ggas hoes on Twitter be flauging
See me out and—

[Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay & Denzel Curry]
Smoke that ganja, that’s that loud pack
Have yo’ ass smacked (Uh-uh)
Click-clack, knock your s*it back, no more chit-chat
(N!ggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a n!gga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Pull up on the block, what’s good? (N!ggas)
Try me, wish a n!gga would (N!ggas)
Try me, hit you with the wood (N!ggas)
Misfits, misunderstood (N!ggas)

Never been these Hollywood (N!ggas)
This goes out to the hood (N!ggas)
Police pull up and pop (N!ggas)
All they wanna do is drop (N!ggas)
Spin a n!gga block, we gon’ aim at the top
Capital punishment like we were backed by the government
Boys on my avenue running s*it
Wait, wait, wait, hol’ up (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
We made you history, ’cause we rewrote it
Wet up your body, that n!gga eroded
Move with emotion, you left with no motion
If it ain’t opps, what the fu*k am I smoking?

[Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay & Denzel Curry, A Rocky]
Smoke that ganja, that’s that loud pack
Have yo’ ass smacked (Uh-uh)
Klick-clack, knock your s*it back, no more chit-chat
(N!ggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a n!gga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff
Grabba leaf, keep a n!gga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff
Grabba leaf, keep a n!gga high, I’m cheefing on a spliff (Uh)

[Verse 3: A Rocky]
Twenty clips, hollow tips, hit
Rip through a n!gga b!tch hip
Now she got a slip disc, rip
All I hear is “R.I.P, R.I.P, R.I.P, R.I.P.” s*it
Rest in peace, so you know, it’s only right I rip this s*it here
N!gga, my n!gga, lil’ n!gga, my n!gga
Negative word, make it a verb
N!gga, lil’ n!gga, lil’ n!gga, lil’ n!gga
(N!gga? Fu*k is wrong with you?)
My weird homie rock a blonde lace like ’98 Eminem
Him again, nail paint, art
Hell nah, I ain’t feminine
I’m way too gifted, tripping, I’m feeling conflicted
This lifestyle is way too addictive
Fu*k it, get lifted
My boy got a plug on prescriptions
I’m sick without feeling no symptoms
Still ain’t no cure for the sickness
Feel like my sisters look better as strippers
All of my brothers is headed to prison
No love for the sick or the dead or no victims, n!gga

[Outro]
N!ggas in the hood