[Intro]
Uh huh
Uh huh
Bacon Smalltown General
Uh huh
Ahdasee Records, F.U.N. Gang
Uh huh
Yeah
[Chorus]
I’m in the hood with a pack like the postman (postman)
Gettin’ money in the trap, like the dope man (dope man)
No feelings, my heart cold like a snowman (snowman)
You ain’t got yo money? You need a front? Hell no man
[Verse 1]
Hell no, I can’t help you now (uh uh)
Last time, he done let me down (yeah)
Everytime I start lookin’ out, niggas actin’ funny, stop comin’ around (uh huh)
My closest homie, my own round, ran off on me, owed a few thou
Kicked his door down, had to split his head, told him “break bread” before I gunned him down (yeah)
I ain’t T, I ain’t Meech, this ain’t BMF (bang)
I’m a G, whether I’m crew deep, or I’m by myself (bang)
I’m in the streets feedin’ fiends like an iron chef (bang)
And I’ma keep feedin’ the streets until it’s nothin’ left
[Chorus]
Uh huh, I’m in the hood
Uh huh, like the postman
Uh huh, I’m in the hood
Uh huh, like the postman
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I can’t even take a shit without clutchin’ my uzi (my uzi)
45 extended clip when I’m in a jacuzzi (jacuzzi)
Bad bitch on my hip when I’m in that pussy (that pussy)
I can’t slip, I never know who tryna give it to me
Some niggas try, but them niggas failed
I had to sent them niggas back to hell
Y’all know damn well I’ma send them shells
I know damn well I’ma kill at will
Y’all know damn well my name ringin’ bells
I keep a whole lotta clientele
I had to sit back, step my game up
And level up to a bigger scale (aye)
I ain’t T, I ain’t Meech, this ain’t BMF (bang)
I’m a G, whether I’m crew deep, or I’m by myself (bang)
I’m in the streets feedin’ fiends like an iron chef (bang)
And I’ma keep feedin’ the streets until it’s nothin’ left
[Chorus]
Uh huh, I’m in the hood
Uh huh, like the postman
Uh huh, I’m in the hood
Uh huh, like the postman
Yeah
Uh huh, I’m in the hood
Uh huh, like the postman
Uh huh, I’m in the hood
Uh huh, like the postman
Yeah