No Hood
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

[Chorus]
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
Yeah, yeah, it's no hood, nigga
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
Yeah, this ain’t no hood, nigga

[Verse 1]
Yuh, yuh
They keep on asking me questions
Don't entertain to them questions
I'm tryna be your pedestrian
Ain’t tryna fuck with them lessons
Blessed Co., what's the harm now?
409 going warm now
Bitches tripping, need to calm down
Yeah, I'm fucking with the condom
She keep on asking me the bullshit
I ain't putting up no cool shit
Shit freezing from the stone now
New girl faded, faded off the [?] now
Now she asking me to hold it down
And I tell her nah, hold it down
Fuck with Houston, I been up in it
Like the girl from the nightclub, stay up in it
[Chorus]
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
Yeah, yeah, it's no hood, nigga
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
You tryna run up on my city like
Yeah, this ain't no hood, nigga (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Been tryna tell her cum down on me like a sunset
She be playing that shit, she be playing fake sex
Her best friend, Nella, whiter than manila, I ain't lick the cone yet
That ain't real important cause she ain’t done with school yet
College girls fine, Summer weight more than a dime
While other bitches tripping on a Sonic number nine
I ain’t seen shit cause I got love for you
Nella still ain't call cause my pockets ain’t royal
But wait for me, baby, I'ma be the top
And when I keep 'em going, I ain't gone stop
Ask Ciara-, I did for her a lot
She found another nigga and he look like Kidz Bop
Okay, you looking P
Awe, baby, I could see that
Make relationship public if we ever get that
Tryna get a hold of you for a long time now
We ain’t spoke yet, we ain't even friends now
Tryna fuck for the shit, I know you ain't about it
But probably after hearing this, you gone be about it
I'ma keep making it, I'ma keep grinding
'Til the end of this, I'ma still be doubted
You ain't gone get it till I probably retort it
I know you know what that means, once you know I got it
Your ex, he a lame hoe, he ain't been about it
Downgraded from a ten, let me show you there's nobody