Текст песни Marsh Street - Polo Redd

Yeah
Go crazy
Yeah

I'm from a hood where you get beat if you on the block dolo
I'm from a hood where daddy mugshot is his only photo
I'm from a hood where you get jacked if you thinking you drip
I'm from a hood if you keep talking, get smacked in the lip

Yeah, re-up the first and the fifth
Stuff her wit dick to the ribs, bust on her neck need a bib
Boy can't relax in the field, always be packing some steel
He kept them packs in the crib, so we ran up in that crib
Came out wit mountains of bills
Count up so much until we pocket a mil
Pants stocky, I caught shawty coppin a feel
Ain't no cookout but it's sausage on her grill
Yeah, and we some hustlers foreal
If I ain't got it then that shit ain't no kill
Don't come round here, man, you'll get jacked like Jill
Fuck ya bitch too, man he ain't like that deal
Moto so fast I got a bike that peel
So much money you thought I cashed out my will
So deep in her, bust nuts on all of her meals
And now she think I'm supposed to pay all her bills
Yeah, but I ain't with that shit
Shawty want dick, I'ma pimp that bitch
So much water gotta flick my wrist
Dog finger itch and that blick gone flick

I'm from a hood where you get beat if you on the block dolo
I'm from a hood where daddy mugshot is his only photo
I'm from a hood where you get jacked if you thinking you drip
I'm from a hood if you keep talking, get smacked in the lip