Chorus: In my hood it be hot in the winter betta ride wit ya tint up big 45 get ya hit up skrt'n off in a pick up Price too high for a pick up finna settle for a stick up Choppa come and tear a nigga shit up stop playin the nigga wit his hand on the trigger For da gun go Verse 1: Streets ain't safe in da hood wur I stay Only got two choices u can fight or run away Might not ever be same after the price u pay It's only right u claim it u can never fight yo fate Nigga I was made for this mama never raised a bitch All of my life I been fly like I got a cape and shit Yung black and dangerous quick to hit a nigga up .45 I keep it tucked talkin shit ima aim the bitch Chorus: In my hood it be hot in the winter betta ride wit ya tint up big 45 get ya hit up skrt'n off in a pick up Price too high for a pick up finna settle for a stick up Choppa come and tear a nigga shit up stop playin the nigga wit his hand on the trigger For da gun go Verse 2: I was all by lonesome pride was tellin me don't run Struggle wit addictions had my life in da trenches It's a sea full of fishes pick em up on a boat run Tryna ball like a piston ima shoot like I don't dunk Hit a lick on a sucker like a blow pops If u ain't got a gun then u betta run wen the door pop Draco wit the beam bitch wen I squeeze clip don't stop I want it all the cash the cars the kush in my cigar Livin life too fast won't make it far If only I could find another way to put food on my plate