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"we in yo hood" - kid reckz lyrics

[intro]
(brrt)
we in yo hood, f*ck you mean? (hah)
ayy, this ain’t yo block no more, b*tch
we walk through that b*tch like we paid rent—hah
ayy, f*ck yo dead mans, he still rot, ours still walkin’ (facts)
this that reckzboy sh*t
amf empire, turn me up, n*gga (boom)

[verse]
way before rap, i was posted on 8*4th with a mask tryna hawk sh*t (hawk ’em!)
seen him in traffic, he froze like a b*tch—his glock had dust, he ain’t spark sh*t (he ain’t blow)
don’t hit my line talkin’ “gang,” lil’ hoe, i’m not friendly, i spark sticks
catch you at noon, we air out lunch, turn ya b*tch to a target (brrrah!)
we in yo hood right now, no cap, where the f*ck is your army? (where they at?)
he had a vest but it ain’t save sh*t—hollows still tore through his heartbeat (dead!)
new pack hit like a stoner, this that “lil dummy” and “harvey” (gas)
lil bro said, “let me out here,” soon as the car stop, he start geekin’ like cardi (slatt!)
i don’t play tip*for*tat, we get straight back—spin ’til we see that red
if the car get flipped, i’m hoppin’ on feet, chasin’ ’til one of y’all dead (bow*bow*bow!)
heard he tried hide at his auntie’s spot—b*tch still got filled with lead
whole block quiet like sunday night, ’cause all them n*ggas fled (facts)

[hook]
we in yo hood, we posted up deep like we got deeds to the curb (on gang)
that boy got shot, then p*ssed his pants, that sh*t was more than nerves (p*ssy!)
they said, “kid reckz goin’ too far,” b*tch, i ain’t even purged (nah)
pop out, let off thirty, then skirt off—watch that honda swerve (skrrt!)
y’all got switches but don’t hit sh*t, b*tch, give me my turn (let me slide)
i’m outside tryna send a soul, y’all tryna post fake urns (goofy*ass)
why he bring his bm to the trap? now both of they dumbasses burnt (boom!)
heard your big bro died for y’all set—guess none of you lil’ boys learned (nope!)
[bridge]
grrrah, bullets fly like jets
he was talkin’ tough online, got checked in person, now he upset (haha)
i been bouncin’ out since 3rd grade, glock under my desk (lil reckz)
you don’t wanna go war with us, that’s suicide—n*gga, come confess (say it)
this ain’t no gta, this real life, you die, ain’t no reset (nope)
we come back*to*back in different rides—boy, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet (spin again!)

[outro]
yeah, we in yo hood, b*tch
post up on your block like we payin’ rent, p*ssy
reckzboy in this b*tch
amf empire got this sh*t lookin’ like a war doc
you already know how the f*ck we rockin’
february 2024—fifth f*ckin’ video
kid reckz
don’t step out, you might not step back, stupid

- kid reckz lyrics

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