Released on December 25, 2017

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[Intro: HoodyBaby]

Cook that shit up, Quay

Duke, I see you

Lil Baby, Neighborhood

You know how we rollin', nigga

Boy, you don't like it, strike it, nigga

Gangsta Grizzilz (Ayy)


[Chorus: HoodyBaby]

That's my dawg for sure

That's my dawg

We pullin' up in the Rolls

Me and my dawgs (Me and my dawgs)

To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all these hoes (I miss you)

To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all these hoes


[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]

HoodyBaby really, really rich (Brr)

HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (Hello?)

Hoody crippin' rollin' with the six (Neighborhood)

Now I'm in a 'Rari bumpin' Nip (Skrrt)

Black and yellow bitches on my stick

Black and yellows treat me like I'm Wiz (Hey)

Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP (Brrrrr, hello?)

College bitch, tweakin' for my dick

Hit her college park like I'm Tit (Yeah)

I want turkey pasta with the shrimp

That ain't have shit to do with this (Yeah, hello?)

30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit

Juice man, screamin' 32 (Hey)

Juice man, screamin' 32 (Ju-Juice)

O.J. know my number's 36 (Six)

Diamonds crip walkin' on my chest

Sent a package right to Bouldercrest (Skrrt, skrrt)

I heard your boy sippin' Quali', y'all some qualiticians

Yeah, we politic but fuck a politician

You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition


[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Run off with your bitch, she change her number

Run into another bitch and fumble

Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel

Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber

Made love to a whore and changed my number

Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus

Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel

Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle

Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV

A bitch back at the crib tryna live

A pool in the back, I let her swim

I give her phone back and let her film

Free will like the goodwill

She real thick, waist real lil'

Weed real bright, it look teal

Coke real white, it look clear

0 to 100 to a mill'

From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal

Got to keep it trill in the field

I ain't Cash Money no more

And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist

Put some carats on my bitch's fist

Put some carats in my bitch's ears

I came fast money, let's go

And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real

I just met some strippers on the strip

Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip

Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts

That's just how it is, is, is

Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich

I feel like Satan, nigga lit

Dedication 6-6-6

G-Wagon on six wheels

They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel

Coke in the car, I'm in a snowmobile

I'm sippin' that Evander Holyseal

This is that codeine overkill

My mud colder than Soldier Field

In love, but all these hoes is weird

These hair triggers, I might grow a beard

Brazy, yeah, but you know the drill

I'm way up there, you right over here

Have you ever seen the light hit my grill?

I stand there and smile in the mirror

Snap my fingers, dollars appear

Out of nowhere and I don't do L's

And I married the mob when I was like twelve

Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle

Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks

I don't text 'cause that is finger sex

Then I'm turnin' off my ringer next

Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet

I'm dope, babe, I need a needle set

Chains rock it, can't see the neck

Pockets crowded like the Beatles set

I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that

Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy

I sip this shit just like it's healthy

Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty?

Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly

Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly

Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi

Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin'

With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey

Told the straight hoes I'm taken

Told the gay hoes I'm vacant

Took some diamonds out her old bracelet

Put 'em on the quotes in my statements

I'm a born slanger, a born slanger

One more time, I'm a born slanger

Draco like a volcano

You can fuck around and get your star spangled

Barbaric, yeah your bitch starin'

I look very good, good very

It ain't all about the werewolf

It's all about what the wolf wearin'

You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb

We everywhere like the Marriott

Shots sprayed like Malaria

Hit your head like a Triceratops

For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho

Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road

Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show

But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes