[Intro: Sy Ari Da Kid]
This that hood love, yeah, look
Natra

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Ayy, I cuss her out, she run her mouth
She really 'bout that, pop up at my house shit
That hood love, that's that real hood love
And she pull up on me no makeup
Boo today, next day, we break up
Then we fuck and then we make up
That hood love, that hood love
That's that real hood love

[Verse 1: Paxquiao]
That's my lil' shawty and she give me hell
But she'll never tell, she know how to work the scale
She hate it when I hit the block but love it when I bring that check back
Yeah, I ain't gon' stop, and she got her a sharp deck
Shawty brazy but that's my baby
And I swear all her friends hate me but it don't faze me
She makin' scenes out in public, I swear I love it, yeah, yeah
I love the fact she got my back, that's why I put up with lil' mama
She hit my phone, I don't hit back, she pullin' up to the house
Fuck around and get my windows busted
Or fuck around and 12 pull up, have both of us in custody
But if she call me, I'ma pull up
Fam, it's that hood love
[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Ayy, I cuss her out, she run her mouth
She really 'bout that, pop up at my house shit
That hood love, that's that real hood love
And she pull up on me no makeup
Boo today, next day, we break up
Then we fuck and then we make up
That hood love, that hood love
That's that real hood love

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
You think I'm playin', I'm gon' just
Pull up at your spot and hit my horn
Bust the windows out your car and I'm gon'
Key up all your doors
'Cause my sister baby daddy friend
Saw you with a bitch (She don't be lyin')
So just tell me who she was, n***a
Tell me who she is
It's probably Keisha
They say you be with her kids
Why you won't post me on your 'Gram?
You tryna hide me from your friends? (I'm too fine for that)
Where your phone at? What's your code?
Let me see it, why you rushin'? (Put it in)
What the fuck is so important and you keep smilin' at your phone
Let me know who got you blushin'
Wait, don't leave, 'cause I be trippin', I was playin'
I don't remember why we arguin', bae, forget what I was sayin'
So you really finna leave me? Okay, fuck it
You know that I was playin' if you really say you love me, n***a
[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Ayy, I cuss her out, she run her mouth
She really 'bout that, pop up at my house shit
That hood love, that's that real hood love
And she pull up on me no makeup
Boo today, next day, we break up
Then we fuck and then we make up
That hood love, that hood love
That's that real hood love