Black Hoodie Rap Lyrics - Onyx

Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap 

This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap (x4) 

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 

Cause I'm a hundred mad, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell 

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies 

Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies 

Get me thru the night, lookin like a grim reaper 

shut a nigga lights out, put'em in the sleeper 

plus i crypt keeper, graveyard shift like killaz 

and you can see murdas, just like steve miller 

My backstreet killaz, South Side is a ghost town 

Nigus try to play me, them niggaz is ghost now 

This is how it goes down, with black hoodie rap 

We stick you up, you gotta pay to get your goodies back 

This is where the hood iz at, like pac we hit'em up (hit em up) wit one touch of the fully mac 

index on the hair pin trigga, to be the next figure, back to the hook trigga 

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Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap 

This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap (x2) 

Fuck that pop shit, fuck wit me you get popped quick 

my guns give you a sex change, you turn to a bitch 

And I don't wear skinny jeans cuz my glocks don't fit 

Fuck around try to pull out, and blow off my dick 

this that shit, make u mad squinch in ya face 

How you tie niggaz up try to get in their safe 

Either rap too soft, or we too hard 

it's that jailhouse music bang that shit in ya yard 

All that internet gangstas, that's the problem 

Talking bout shootin' while they're just fast in bloggin' 

In the streets getting' cream like basket robbins, even it mean I gotta start blastin' and robbin' 

Goin' to jail for criminals like going to school, you come out a little better at crimes you do 

And when I die, don't dress me up in the suit 

It's A1s, dark denim, black hoodies, on 

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Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap 

This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap (x2) 

Keep a black hoodie for the strong armrobbery 

Me and my gun close, thats comradery 

Cold blood run through my vains, fuck yall i know thugs, that'll run through ya game 

My niggas bang, on site in broad daylight, walk by and take a nigga life 

See the hoodie cover my face, no need for mask, shades for the green eyes, pussy nigga I need mine 

You need time, and clock's still ticking 3, 2, 1 Imma load up my gun 

Boom! Nigga face down, hands behind your back, that's some police shit, you don't know me bitch 

You ever heard of robbin Vic? well I'm just like him, in a form what I got is sin 

Shells longer than a q-tip fuck talkin' it out, throw my hoodie on and walk in ya house, nigga 

Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap 

This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap 

Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap (x2)