Ryan Skid - Hooptie Thru Sutton Lyrics

What happened here anyway?
He pulled out a gun
He did?

Yes one of them has it now he showed it to me
And uh they uh proceeded to put him down on the ground and started kicking 'em
And he has a couple stab wounds in his back and they were trying to keep 'em alive
When we got here the doctor checked 'em out and that was it

Uh (woo woo) f*ck boy what you know about us? (What you know what you know?)
Shit, nothin', wasn't with me pushin' that hooptie thru Sutton f*ck (f*ck 'em f*ck 'em)
Now it's all eyes on me every time I pull up (every time I pull up)
To your function (skrt skrrrrrrt), stuntin' (hold up)
Young boy came out the country
Nobody had one dollar to front me (no way no way)
Grindin' heavy years I been ready
Now I'm 'bout to go all Teddy Bundy (I am I am)
Sprite muddy, yeah buddy swangin' til its 2050
No one can hurt me hustle like herpes I know no one f*ckin' with me

Tell me what you know about me ridin' thru your city
Bumpin' UGK I got the baddest women with me yeah
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (no way no way)
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (turn it turn it)
Tell me what you know about the way I put it down mane
Started from that mobile home but now I run the town mane yeah
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (no way no way)
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (no way no way no way)

Oh Lordy women adore me
'Bout time that you got the picture ain't it?
Well shit, I'll repaint it
You think we peers but we not acquainted (no way)
Can't f*ck with me
New girl wanna get high and listen to Yung Simmie
Look like Julz Goddard off vodka waters
Suck me dry 'til I'm all empty
Lengths y'all go to
Stay on ya momma's couch game ain't good to you
Young rap prophet with no rap profit
But got a real hustle and I make checks off it (I do I do)
Been the god since Rocky's last fight (yap)
Rockin' sweats even on my wedding night (yap)
Half the income, twice as fly, 3 times the guy that's probably why
I spend Tuesday with ya Woman Crush Wednesday
You can't f*ck with me f*ck what your friends say
Too many flaws to f*ck with perfection
Too many styles not one direction
Either cut the bullshit or take a bullet (yap)
Know I got the gospel for the pulpit (yap)
Bandwagon gettin' too full to pull it (woo)
Hotter than a wool fit boy tell me what you know

Tell me what you know about me ridin' thru your city
Bumpin' UGK I got the baddest women with me yeah
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (no way no way)
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (turn it turn it)
Tell me what you know about the way I put it down mane
Started from that mobile home but now I run the town mane yeah
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (no way no way)
No way no way you can't f*ck with me (no way no way no way)