Video Oakcliff Ft Yella Beezy Young Nino Smurf Franklin Y Hotboy Star de Trapboy Freddy 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Trapboy Freddy - Oakcliff Ft Yella Beezy Young Nino Smurf Franklin Y Hotboy Star Lyrics

[Intro: Trapboy Freddy]
Ayy, what's happening?
It's your boy, big Trap
You know, when I come, it's a bunch of Oak Cliff business, man
Ayy, Canterbury, Woodtown, Wheatland, Trey Oak, Kiest and Polk, BFL, Signing Hills, Glendale, Glen Oak, Highland Hills, Butter Bean, Saint James, Goons side, for real, I love my hood nigga
(Mama, KaSaun)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
Oak Cliff (Yeah), that's my hood (Yeah)
Put it in his face, get that shit understood ('Stood)
Read my fucking rings, nigga, this shit is overstood (Why?)
'Cause Oak Cliff, nigga, that's my hood (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Nino]
It's the 67 turned 35
See when the hate don't work, they start telling lies
Shoot that bitch between the eyes, yeah, it's open 5
Boys D-I-R-T-Y, D-I-R-T-Y
RIP C Shruggs, the wholе city miss yeah
Screaming fuck counseling nigga, and bucking thе system
This bitch remind me being in the hood with my dirty pistol
Yellin Frank out, what got it for shaking with this one
Yeah, 15 years, how am I still in the mix
This is a example you ain't got to get killed in the bricks
Nigga screaming internet, when I was made for this shit
I was born in south Dallas but I will die in Oak Cliff, bitch
[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
Oak Cliff (Yeah), that's my hood (Yeah)
Put it in his face, get that shit understood ('Stood)
Read my fucking rings, nigga, this shit is overstood (Why?)
'Cause Oak Cliff, nigga, that's my hood (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]
O-A-K C-L-I-F-F
Every nigga with me are shooters just like Steph
We don't count below the belt
Never call a nigga with help
Cookin dope just like a chef
At the Shells you make a left
I heard they talking, but they speed racing
35 and 67, that's all me, baby
Tell them don't fuck around
Keep it in the street's baby
I know Cliff niggas with choppas
Dirty D's baby
Man you better get your bread better
I had a one hundred bowls in the attic
I had corner Kush, I was serving the whole damn valley
Jumped out the porch, I was selling grams, had work before I had a daddy
I will fuck a bitch riding 26 nigga and we can get it, what's happen

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
Oak Cliff (Yeah), that's my hood (Yeah)
Put it in his face, get that shit understood ('Stood)
Read my fucking rings, nigga, this shit is overstood (Why?)
'Cause Oak Cliff, nigga, that's my hood (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Hotboy Star]
Uh ooooooo, it's me, Hotboy Star at the OCT
I was writing down a piece, getting those boats from papa p
Going hard from big juvie, I know you ain't catch a beat
I ain't gona lie, big ups to boy before he got popped
Million dollars, it started with freddy when 10 got shot
Million dollar bond, made the bitch, feds were outside
Can't even run, it's Oak Cliff business so mind yo business
You get left slumped, you got to go harder
Bro go harder, counted out a hundred, get some more water
Don't stay home, get that boy running, why he stay slumped
He ain't get no money, He ain't get no money, cuz he took a bullet
I'm going with Freddy, I'm going credit, I'm going Freddy and ready to flex

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
Oak Cliff (Yeah), that's my hood (Yeah)
Put it in his face, get that shit understood ('Stood)
Read my fucking rings, nigga, this shit is overstood (Why?)
'Cause Oak Cliff, nigga, that's my hood (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Yella Beezy]
Reppin the Cliff day to day
[?]

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
Oak Cliff (Yeah), that's my hood (Yeah)
Put it in his face, get that shit understood ('Stood)
Read my fucking rings, nigga, this shit is overstood (Why?)
'Cause Oak Cliff, nigga, that's my hood (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Smurf Franklin]
When you get bread better, might as well just call Smurf
Catch me in a Bentley stuck on Denley nigga cookin work
Thousand for a zip, 32 for a pound of purp
Your nigga die, fuck around, put yea homie on a shirt
I got 80 bands on my shirt, 34 for a block of work
I've been up on that rap shit, I just trying to grab some shirts
Rose gold on the blue Smurf, I can still front you work
Talking out the side of your neck, fuck around gets you hurt

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
Oak Cliff (Yeah), that's my hood (Yeah)
Put it in his face, get that shit understood ('Stood)
Read my fucking rings, nigga, this shit is overstood (Why?)
'Cause Oak Cliff, nigga, that's my hood (Yeah)