Correction Lyrics HoodStar by Young Slo-Be

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(Peso, how you do to that?)
(ANTII)
N***a
Ayy

Glocks out on Nightingale 'cause the block hot (On 21, n***a)
Free Whoadie, we the reason they got shot-spotters (It's the gang, free the thugs, n***a)
Want a deal, we some Rottweilers
Two baby 26s, these are not toddlers (Not toddlers, n***a)
How you let them lil n***as get up on you? Those were just toddlers (Faceshot)
Took it to the chin, bet that jaw gon' need some barbed wire (Faceshot)
Can't match it, shouldn't start a fire
I really hate you n***as that's not tryna stack (Step, n***a)
You FaceTiming Trey B, who you n***as wet? (Set, set)
Finna slide through the, uh, all through they sh*t (Southside, n***a)
Yeah, I'm slidin' through the North, all through they sh*t (Northside, n***a)
N***a, I'm all through they sh*t (5K, n***a)
Yeah, my b*t*h got jammed up, but she ain't tell 'em sh*t (Free my b*t*h, n***a)
Been had a, ah, n***a, I ain't gon' tell you sh*t
Let me see you catch one since you think you better than
Ooh, here's the catch, it gotta be a sucka
I got one n***a talkin' out, I made him ran from us
In the county, sucka K, made him roll it up (Sucker K)
Ooh, now I'm finna blow that hand off (5K)
Ayy, ayy, I feel delusional
Hop out with baby A and do the give-and-go (Boy, come here)
And this b*t*h won't stop clappin', it hold fifty though
Want smoke, book me, n***a, I'll do fifty shows (Fifty shows)
And this b*t*h doin' d**k, she real freaky though (Freaky ho)
Free the thugs, I kinda miss 'em in my videos (Free the thugs)
Sh*t, I'm to the neck (To the neck, n***a)
We Southeast, 21, baby, this the set (I'm 21)
Repo this n***a ho, I got her on demand
Smooth popped this stupid n***a up, snaking out your friend
B*t*h, we used to hit licks, I couldn't afford no Benz
Now I'm bendin' blocks through the hood, they tryna shake my hand
Ayy, we smokin' the hoodstar, n***a
On my mama, n***a, I be smokin'
Without me, there ain't no—
Southeast, n***a
What the f**k you n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a?
N***a, I be Slo-Be, without me, there ain't no—
I'm so hundred proof
Ayy, n***a, I'm so hundred proof
N***a, I'm Slo-Be the hoodstar, n***a, nah, but I'm so hundred proof
Without me, there ain't no, ah, n***a, tell the truth (Boy, come here)

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