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marty mard - out da hood lyrics

[intro: marty mard]
turn me up a lil’ bit
actually, turn me up a lot
turn up, yeah, it’s marty mard
yeah, shout out my n-gga chief keef, man
almighty so
it’s yo boy mardy, man, new orleans to chiraq, man
we get it popping for real
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
peep this though
okay

[hook: marty mard]
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
and we still cop ‘gars and stuff ’em up with good
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
and we still cop ‘gars and stuff ’em up with good, aye

[verse 1: marty mard]
young -ss n-gga from these new orleans streets
all a n-gga know is that a n-gga gotta eat
bring me to the table, watch a young n-gga feast
bring me to the booth, watch me unleash the beast
got the brand new (?), not a stain, not a crease
and if it ain’t ten thousand then my fit is not complete
got a bad b-tch checking her reflection in my t–th
she gave me an erection and her mouth is where i skeet
i’ma young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
i pull up in that rarri then she suck me on the hood
god d-mn, i’m feeling like this girl she do it good
i may keep her -ss around ’til i find a (?)
megan fox, (?)
take your girl, feed the wh0r-
walked to a billionaire and told the owner i need the store
i got money, i need more
i’m off shows, i need tours
this marty mard and chief keef
we come (?) n-ggas bleed more, b-tch

[verse 2: chief keef]
i made it out da hood, thank god
my mama made me, so thank her
that cash i made it, so thank i
aye, where the bank at?
i gotta pick up some cash
where yo b-tch at? gotta pick up her -ss
she top me then i drop her back off
i’ma knock her back off
i just dropped the top
drop the glock on the block
so they can bust
they gotta play keef and, they ain’t saying nothing
remember when i was posted on the block, selling d
young, catching felonies
now i get mills
and i get thousands just to chill, you feel me?
they had k9’s come and smell
i had weed all up on the chair
and my gun in the armrest
cops, i can’t be no dummy
the opps are tryna come and slump me
glad i made it out that
but i’ll still send my n-ggas to get you, clout that
coming where yo house at
you know i’m ’bout that
getting a lil’ money, a f-cking a lil’ thotties
i’m that n-gga, b-tch, i’m almighty
remember when i was sosa baby
remember when i was sosa baby
remember when i was toting and blowing, baby
b-tch, i wasn’t born in the 80’s, born in the 90’s
f-ck you, pay me

[hook: marty mard]
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
young -ss n-gga tryna make it out da hood
and we still cop ‘gars and stuff ’em up with good
rest in peace to slim, tried to make it out da hood
rest in peace to sporty, tried to make it out da hood
rest in peace to shawty, tried to make it out da hood
and we still cop ‘gars and stuff ’em up with good, aye

- marty mard lyrics

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