Know MCs Lyrics – Hoodie Hilltop

Know MCs Lyrics by Hoodie Hilltop

Why they call you hoodie
What i gotta put that in a song?
I’m called that cause yo b#tch
A lil more comfortable when i’m on

Why they call you hoodie
What i gotta put that in a rappin track?
Once she got me
You ain’t gon have her

Or yo jacket back
Why they call you hoodie homie
You an article of clothing dawg?
These rappers is my children look at the

Particles i got clonin wrong
Why they call you hoodie
Is that a hilltop hoods reference?
It’s cause everywhere i go i carry the

Energy of my hoods essence
And i f#ck so good i get yo b#tch prеgnant
Thru text message
Yo b#tch wanna suck on my dick

So wе know she got good preference
b#tch on my arm like she
Tatted and staying
She bad and she slayin

Demeanor be calm
Kicks on my feet like i
Skate for the berrics
Yo b#tch in hysterics

And made for the streets
Rappers on my dick like they
Get paid to do it
My dick game is free

What the f#ck is you stupid
Now everybody wanna rap like me
But ya can’t quite be me
I seen you in the cgi

And i seen gs die
In the icu
Too many m#th*rf#ck*rs
Wanna rap like me

They ain’t no mc
They ain’t no mcs
Kobe, lebron
Is the whole sh#t i’m on

I got homies with homies
That roll wit they guns
And it won’t be sh#t to me
To call em to getchu

And bust up a u turn to
Make sure they hit you
Hoodie got a lot to say
About a lot of things

It ain’t gonna stop until i
Got a lot of rings
Send em to the grave
Well i got a pot of greed

Cook a dead rapper
Like a side of collard greens
Know me as god
With the world in my palm

I got demons wit demons that
Look like my momma
And it won’t be sh#t to me to
Cast out a spirit

And do it in the booth
So the whole world can hear it
I’m gearing up towards
Something bigger than me

Took the mask off my face like the
Mystery machine
It’s no covid i’m over
Identity disorders

If i killed anybody it’s the soldiers
At the border
Yall f#ckin n#z#s
I’m waiting for the day that i got

Paparazzi
I’m calling everybody out
Whole sh#t sideways
Y’all overpriced like a tgi fridays

I’m waiting for the day that y’all don’t give a f#ck what i say
I’d be the killer that was
Chillin in ya drive way
I’m like the watcher

My new sh#t my hardest
My soul made of coal
With the heart of an artist
Sending y’all favorite bar spitters

To the mortician
Augmented artificial flavors
In the rhyme scheme
Deer in the high beams

Fear and never try things
Live in the miracle of spirit
The divine scheme
And y’all wanna let the blind lead

f#ck that
Nevermind me
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Hoodie Hilltop Lyrics – Know MCs

Hoodie Hilltop

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