ThunderKat, Scottie - 555 Tales from the Hood Lyrics

555 where I was born and raised
Used to play in the streets now Im getting paid
Idgaf OG Gangsta thug
Ya still wet behind the ear I been sold drugs
Been pump slugs thought u know'd that
Fuck what a bitch got I been rocked that
Been copped that been topped that
I don't fuck with many bitches flip flop that
Act like u know this shit forreal
Got my shoota waiting in the field
Got that thang aimed fa ya brain
Run them stacks u know why I came
From the Main to Farrow Road
I bring that heat that leave ya body cold
Real bitches don't fold so look deep
Talk is cheap I'm feeling froggy bitch Im bout to leap
555 til the day I die
My name good up in the hood fuck u talking bout
Reppin South Cak dressed in all black
Smokin that loud pack now where them racks at

From the Bando's yeah walking loving the blow
Block lit stay jumpin like delivering the coke
Swag far from gone money long no telescope
555 in the building bitch yeen know
Hustle on the move like them boys on go
Bonkers hop back watch me do a Flair on a hoe
From the View to the Ames when she insane
From the Heights to Hotspot hotter than a few flames
Mr. Gotta get it the name stacking dough's the game
Stay blowing up Gaz Bah like I'm Mr. Fontaine
Ya boy fresh in the game. They say Scottie the name
Don't be shy how ThunderKat turnt bringing the pain
Ya boy don't need the seasoning how mixing them thangs
Straight like that how and they be hunnid with thangs
5-0 hanging everywhere no dangling change
In the hood kick it like Luke can't wear the ok still slang
Tales from the hood shit where we keep it hood bitch
Lick for lick grab that shit nigga trying to get rich
Still taking shit have you looking sick
Them niggas with the cocky shit
The way they drop the pop it quick
The crackheads get to poppin it

Pull up in my hood u betta knock on wood
Catch u slippin leave u drippin whole face obscured
Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
Don't let the cute face fool ya u have no clue
Run up get done up from sun down to sun up
Im champion ur runner up don't like me I don't give a fuck
Maybe Next time better luck my last verse was a warm up
Im on fiyah now I'm ready to tear some shit up
Daddy made me streets raised me drove em crazy
On a daily nothing fazed me call me crazy such a fucking lady
Reppin that 5 to the 55
From Wilkes Road down to Cindy Dr
RIP to Lil Woo
Can't forget about my dawg Latifah too
See my hood ain't for everybody
Shit pop off best believe u gonna hear about it
Come thru lights dimmed low
If u ain't posed to be here then u gotta go
But first run me your dough better act like u know
Roll through my hood better motherfucking tip toe