My Hood Aystar

[Verse 1]
Put the food on the scales and I'm bagging it
I can pin a whole box in twenty minutes
The flake comes as raw as that steak that you're eating
The weed comes as stinky as that pussy that you're beating
I'm a Scouse kid but I've got links like a Cuban
I'm Rick Rubin, I'm executive producing
I'm not making beats
I'm cultivating cannabis on streets, I ain't fucking with no deets
I used to creep through and throw your weed in some bed sheets
Now I'm tryna work out my expenses on some spreadsheets
I think I might have went over my budget
Babe that's a real gun, please don't touch it
She thinks that it's plastic, I told her that it's polymer
It's strongеr than plastic, when it slaps, you'll do backflips
I got this nigga thinking that he's match fit
Cool, we'll lеt the Glock-9 teach him gymnastics
When I slap this, nigga I don't need practice
One shot'll have him swimming in the sea like some catfish
Bro bought the extended mag and now it's looking like a mad clip
Man I'll empty that mad quick

[Chorus]
In my hood
Niggas don't wanna see you make it so you gotta stay strapped
In my hood
You gotta deal with a lot of snakes and fake shit
You gotta keep a strap, without a strap you're naked
You don't wanna be attending a wake or find yourself getting robbed
My boys are shotting food out the flats
And they're sitting there with a big Glock, they stay ready