Lyrics FAMILY FEUD - HOODLUM

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

You can feed the family watch them turn on you
Shit, it's working, but I'm working too
In the ghost like I'm haunting you
Shit, it's hard when the family feud don't let it bother you
Even if it haunting you

My stick full, but I play it cool
Got a camera with a pitbull
Shit, I stand what I said
Made a plan and broke it down and put that bitch in my head
Shit don't move ho

I got sticks on the floor
I got this K by the bed
I'm on drank I could die
This shit weed shit and I ain't even high
Betty crocker when I buss up a pie

Dirty choppa don't get popped in your eye
Call the doctor you ain't get hit on your side
Call your momma shit, I bet she gon' cry
Call my dog shit, I bet he gon' slide
Say it's hard when the family feud
They look at you, but who the fuck are you?
You ain't stepping in my shoes

You ain't breathing my air
You ain't know me shit
You really weren't there
I be talking to the ghosts like they sitting in chairs
Shit, I'm losing my mind
From the outside I'm feeling just fine
Hold me down like my nine

I keep it tucked like my heater
I'm up to bat like I'm Jeter
Shit, I'm breaking gelato 9yeah0
This a Rolly I ain't bussing Movato
I'm popping seals I ain't popping no bottle

Wrap you up and throw yo ass in a Tahoe
You be praying to the sun 'cause you ain't seeing tomorrow
And this glock full of hollows
You gone fall like Apollo

From the South put two bows in Impalas
Masked up say we taking yo dollars
This is headshots shawty we ain't aiming for collars