| Look at my homies |
| Hustlers, villains, rowdies |
| Loudest motherfuckers |
| Especially when we see hottest shawdies |
| Don’t fraternize with me, if you don’t know me |
| Holy crap, I’m so introverty |
| Holy trap, drown in holy codein |
| Holy gap, Uzi only verty |
| All My thoughts are chain dogs |
| Send these dogs for a little walk |
| White boys acting like a gangsters |
| Yawn yawn, This shit don’t make me dancy |
| I love my hood I love my country |
| This love bring homies only suffering |
| Our skin is not black, and not white |
| So what’s the difference if we are hungry |
| Run it up with my homies twisted homies, homies know wusup |
| Run it up with my homies twisted homies, homies know wusup |
| Me and my homies acting like savage |
| Fuck who you know, all we know is a ravage |
| Ooh excesses are fatal for brockeasses |
| Ooh you have a Gucci, homies got questions |
| Panel houses, orthodox funk |
| Let me tell u, bout boundless slums |
| Faded neighbors with extinct glances |
| Make sure no police on the block |
| Make sure your clothes do not stand out |
| Watch your mouth what you talking bout |
| Look twice hooba when you hang out |
| Twisted homies you know wusup |
| I love my hood I love my country |
| This love bring homies only suffering |
| Our skin is not black, and not white |
| So what’s the difference if we are hungry |
| All My thoughts are chain dogs |
| Send these dogs for a little walk |
| White boys acting like a gangsters |
| Yawn yawn, this shit don’t make me dancy |
| I love my hood I love my country |
| This love bring homies only suffering |
| Our skin is not black, and not white |
| So what’s the difference if we are hungry |
| Run it up with my homies twisted homies, homies know wusup |
| Run it up with my homies twisted homies, homies know wusup |