Hood b*tches

[Verse 1]
She got that water faucet pus*y
I swear that f*cker wet
I'm standin' over the kitchen faucet
Whippin' up them bricks
These n*ggas keep on beating the door down
Want to spend a check
The junkie tried to steal my lawn mower he got wet
When I first bought my 'Vette these b*tches said Gucci's a mess (damn)
Came back in that M6 and I drop my top she drop the dress
We the best f*ck the rest
Beefing with me better bring your vest
Sliding down the crest in a charger on 6s
And I'm looking for them hood b*tches

[Hook]
Where them hood b*tches, all I f*ck with hood b*tches
Like them hood b*tches, yeah I f*ck with hood b*tches
Where the hood b*tches point me to the hood b*tches
It's Guwop in this b*tch and I want them hood b*tches
Where the b*tches tell me where hood b*tches
Where the hood b*tches point me to them hood b*tches
Gucci Mane in this b*tch I got my hood b*tches
You ain't no hood b*tch I need them hood b*tches

[Verse 2]
I'm Gladys Night with a b*tch so bad
That she rode a bike but she ain't no dyke
She got a man but she wear the pants
So I guess the pus*y n*gga got his panties tight
So here's the plan, he's a lame
Respect the game bring me the white
The real the game I'm the Gucci mane
Might f*ck around and make you my man
Main thing but a change of heart
She came in with some granny panties
I'm so picky that my di*k went limp
And I had to kick the punk b*tch up out the mansion
Every young n*gga got a 45
But the n*gga too antsy pants
These hood b*tches give the best head
When I f*ck her I keep a pistol handy

[Hook]