Out The Hood Song Lyrics

Out The Hood by Fetty Wap

(Oh, oh baby)
Mm, yeah
(Oh yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

I woke up, check my bank account
I know sh*t was good
I got so much sh*t I think about, that’s why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say “Boy you’re dancing with the devil, sh*t won’t end up good”
I’m like “sh*t, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world”
Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl
They like “How my Daddy spoil me? He ain’t even on this earth”
All my kids gon’ be rich as f**k before I hit the dirt
I woke up, check my bank account
I know sh*t was good
I got so much sh*t I think about, that’s why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say “Boy you’re dancing with the devil, sh*t won’t end up good”
I’m like “sh*t, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world”
Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl
They like “How my Daddy spoil me? He ain’t even on this earth”
All my kids gon’ be rich as f**k before I hit the dirt (Yeah, ayy, yeah baby)

I get money with some real niggas, that’s why I keep my word
I don’t really trust this rap sh*t, that’s why I keep some bird
Got some youngins that gon’ go for me, so I moved them to the bird
Got that [?] on the Percs, spin back through the 23rd
I got so many believing me, that’s why I keep it goin’
I’m like “Money don’t just grow on trees”, I gotta keep it flowin’, b**ch
I grew up in poverty, I swear won’t go back to it
I was blessed with a gift to grab a pot and get straight to it
This who I am, b**ch I don’t charter, be the sh*t just in my blood
If you grew up on the side with me, then you grew up a thug
I can’t even let you slide with me, if you ain’t put in work
I’ma go and rep 280, 22nd, 23rd

I woke up, check my bank account
I know sh*t was good
I got so much sh*t I think about, that’s why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say “Boy you’re dancing with the devil, sh*t won’t end up good”
I’m like “sh*t, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world”
Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl
They like “How my Daddy spoil me? He ain’t even on this earth”
All my kids gon’ be rich as f**k before I hit the dirt (Ayy, ayy)
I woke up, check my bank account
I know sh*t was good
I got so much sh*t I think about, that’s why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say “Boy you’re dancing with the devil, sh*t won’t end up good”
I’m like “sh*t, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world”
Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl
They like “How my Daddy spoil me? He ain’t even on this earth”
All my kids gon’ be rich as f**k before I hit the dirt (Yeah, ayy, yeah baby)

Oh yeah baby
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah baby
Ooh, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, yeah baby