Out the Hood - Gunna

Run that back, Turbo

I’m out the hood, but I’m hood melodic

I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished

Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming

Look at all this money, this is our summer

I’m out the hood, but I’m still a hood baby

Yeah, I’m still going crazy, make these labels pay me

Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy

I’m chasing this paper daily, fuck these niggas who hate me

I’m a shining star, keep a bodyguard

Bitch, I can’t be poor, put that 'Cat in sport (Skrrt)

Whip like seven more

All my kids ain’t gon' have chores (Nah)

Rolex, no Michael Kors

Crib come with a gym and a mini-golf course (Golf course)

Hittin' it off of the slam, and ball in the rim when I score

Smoke a lot of grams, you would’ve thought I knew a grower

Sip more than an ounce, I never imagined what I’d pour

Don’t know the amount

I’m out the hood, but I’m hood melodic

I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished

Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming

Look at all this money, this is our summer

I’m out the hood, but I’m still a hood baby

Yeah, I’m still going crazy, make these labels pay me

Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy

I’m chasing this paper daily, fuck these niggas who hate me