Hoodbaby Peppa – P.O.M.B

P.O.M.B Lyrics
Hoodbaby Peppa – P.O.M.B Lyrics
Intro
(Ayo, Pluto, you goin’ brazy)
OG hit my line yesterday. He said put them guns down, and white flags up on no bitch ting. He said he wanna see me blow. I ain’t never talk to a nigga in a day in my life though. On God

Chorus
Product of my hood, product of my block (On God)
Got some product from my block, and then I made it lock (I did)
Try circling my block, and then you might get shot (You dead)
Product of my hood, product of my block
Swear I seen a lot, that’s why I smoke a lot
? for some X, hoping they got a lot (On God)
Bet I wipe his nose, but I don’t want your snot (Ugh)
Product of my hood, product of my block

Verse 1
H-O-O-D B-A-B-Y
Heard there’s youngins on the Jane, and buzzing like a beehive
I ain’t never want no fame, get bodies like Paul Campbell
Moving weight ? ‘cause Peppa he’ll never rat
Lost ? from my hoop dreams, fell in love with dope fiends
Usually pop perkies, lately drinking codeine
Seen a bucket OD, they hit him with a nine can
Then he woke up smarter, all his people bought another gram
Mom told me don’t ask on no questions, but mom I gotta ask
Even if you hood rich, could end up in a casket
Even if you got your gun, you ain’t gon’ blast it
Even if you came from none, you can make it out to some
On God (Yeah)
Huh, voice of the trenches, voice of my block
Mom telling me to repent, but I got love for my block
So I’m heaven sent, I’m a product of my block

Chorus
Product of my hood, product of my block (On God)
Got some product from my block, and then I made it lock (I did)
Try circling my block, and then you might get shot (You dead)
Product of my hood, product of my block
Swear I seen a lot, that’s why I smoke a lot
? for some X, hoping they got a lot (On God)
Bet I wipe his nose, but I don’t want your snot (On God)
Product of my hood, product of my block

Verse 2
Want a presidential on my wrist, thinking ‘bout jewelry
Link up with the real plug, you can call me Nicky Barnes
Hit you with them hot slugs, make him do a hot walk
Bad bitch wanna fuck now ‘cause I’m speaking Patois
Gotta keep my head up, lately I been looking down
And lil’ mama fed up, got locked, I know ? (On God)
But I’m a product of my hood, product of my block (On God)
Just not reach for my chain ‘cause you getting shot
I’m tryna make it out, put on for my block (Yeah)
Since a youngin, seen a lot, been through a lot (On God)
Bro’ showed me my first Glock, then he got knocked (He did)
I’m going through a phase I’m tryna smoke a lot (Uh, yeah)
I’m tryna make it for my hood, tryna make it for my block (Yeah)
Wish a nigga would, man, I be itching to pop (Rrr-rrah)
Bro’ said I’m a diamond in the rough, I got some dirt on me (On God)

Chorus
Product of my hood, product of my block (On God)
Got some product from my block, and then I made it lock (I did)
Try circling my block, and then you might get shot (You dead)
Product of my hood, product of my block
Swear I seen a lot, that’s why I smoke a lot (I did)
? for some X, hoping they got a lot (On God)
Bet I wipe his nose, but I don’t want your snot (On God)
Product of my hood, product of my block

Outro
Product of my hood, I’m a product of my block
Mom telling me to repent, but I got love for my block
Product of my hood, I’m a product of my block

Hoodbaby Peppa

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