Hood Famous by Trippie Redd Lyrics

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[Intro]
(GOONTEX)

[Verse]
Big crib, got acres (Yeah)
Rollin' 'round with some flavors (Yeah)
Tryna blow a nigga, no cicada (Yeah)
Everyday, we gon' get to that damn guap, thumbin' through the paper (Yeah)
Heat beam, Darth Vader, yeah, I ain't stuntin', no hater (Bow)
And I'm posted up on that block still (Bah), ain't worried what an opp feel
And I ain't playin' shit, keep a mop still
And my big brothers ready to pop still
Everything movin' slow-mo', pour that four up in a pop still (Ah)
In this bitch like a robo', if I fall in, I don't got gills
Boolin' up in this bitch, too turnt, nigga, I ain't got no chill
Niggas got a lot to damn say, but they ain't got no damn mil's
I been eatin' good every day, lil' nigga, I ain't missin' no meals
Different bitches goin' in and out the damn house, wonder how the dope feel
Hood famous, spent a lot of money, but junkies have the dope still
Hood famous, money callin', [?] sittin' 24 still
Must stay in your lane or your ass gon' end up being roadkill...