Miss Me With That Bullshit

Lyrics

HOOD SHIT

Intro
Yeah…
Ayy, fuck all that talking.
Miss me with that bullshit.
You know the fucking vibes.
If you on it—then we on it.
Yeah.
Hood shit.

Hook
Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

Hood shit! Hood shit!
Yeah, bitch, hood shit!
Ten toes down, we stood on business,
Never switched, never could quit!

Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

HOOD SHIT!
HOOD SHIT!
Say it loud—
HOOD SHIT!

Verse 1
Fuck your two-faced handshake, I can see the shit through,
You ain't gotta say you're fake, everything about you do.
Big mouth, little action, that's a hell of a disguise,
You be tough behind a screen, then go quiet in real life.

I don't beg for respect, motherfucker, I command it,
Walked in with nothing, now I'm walking out with standards.
Had my back against the wall, I put my foot against it,
Turned pressure into power—now the whole room feels the tension.

You ain't built like this, stop pretending that you are,
I was grinding in the dark while you were wishing on a star.
You collect opinions, I collect another win,
Every time they count me out, I make 'em count me in.

Keep that fake-ass energy the fuck away from me,
I don't need a hundred people—I need loyalty.
You can talk behind my back, that's where cowards love to stand,
I don't chase what people say; I'm too busy being who I am.

Pre-Chorus
Fuck the rumors, fuck the chatter,
I got bigger shit that matters.
If you ain't bringing something solid,
Why the fuck you even bothered?

Hook
Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

Hood shit! Hood shit!
Yeah, bitch, hood shit!
Ten toes down, we stood on business,
Never switched, never could quit!

Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

HOOD SHIT!
HOOD SHIT!
Say it loud—
HOOD SHIT!

Verse 2
I remember being broke, now I move like I got purpose,
Funny how the same damn people switched up when I earned it.
Now they wanna call my phone like we brothers from the jump,
Bitch, don't rewrite history just because the numbers up.

I ain't friendly with the fake, I ain't cool with the fraud,
If your word don't mean shit, then your handshake means nada.
You can flex for Instagram, put a caption on your life,
But the truth don't need a filter when you look yourself in the eyes.

I got scars that made me colder, I got losses made me wiser,
Every setback threw gasoline directly on the fire.
They expected me to break—I turned stubborn as a brick,
Now I'm talking my shit loudly 'cause I earned every bit.

Fuck a trend, fuck a wave, I was moving before both,
I don't need to chase a lane when I built the fucking road.
You can imitate the style, but you can't duplicate the hunger,
I was starving for success while you were waiting on another.

Bridge — Half-Time
No fake smiles.
No fake friends.
No bullshit.
That's the fucking end.

Talk your shit.
I won't flinch.
Stand on yours.
Don't switch.

Real ones know.
Fake ones fold.
Pressure hits.
Truth gets told.

Final Hook
Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

Hood shit! Hood shit!
Yeah, bitch, hood shit!
Ten toes down, we stood on business,
Never switched, never could quit!

Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

HOOD SHIT!
HOOD SHIT!
Say it loud—
HOOD SHIT!

Outro
Fuck the bullshit.
Fuck the pretending.
Fuck the switching.

HOOD!
SHIT!

Still ten toes.
Still standing.
Still talking that shit.

HOOD SHIT.

HOOD SHIT

Intro
Yeah…
Ayy, fuck all that talking.
Miss me with that bullshit.
You know the fucking vibes.
If you on it—then we on it.
Yeah.
Hood shit.

Hook
Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

Hood shit! Hood shit!
Yeah, bitch, hood shit!
Ten toes down, we stood on business,
Never switched, never could quit!

Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

HOOD SHIT!
HOOD SHIT!
Say it loud—
HOOD SHIT!

Verse 1
Fuck your two-faced handshake, I can see the shit through,
You ain't gotta say you're fake, everything about you do.
Big mouth, little action, that's a hell of a disguise,
You be tough behind a screen, then go quiet in real life.

I don't beg for respect, motherfucker, I command it,
Walked in with nothing, now I'm walking out with standards.
Had my back against the wall, I put my foot against it,
Turned pressure into power—now the whole room feels the tension.

You ain't built like this, stop pretending that you are,
I was grinding in the dark while you were wishing on a star.
You collect opinions, I collect another win,
Every time they count me out, I make 'em count me in.

Keep that fake-ass energy the fuck away from me,
I don't need a hundred people—I need loyalty.
You can talk behind my back, that's where cowards love to stand,
I don't chase what people say; I'm too busy being who I am.

Pre-Chorus
Fuck the rumors, fuck the chatter,
I got bigger shit that matters.
If you ain't bringing something solid,
Why the fuck you even bothered?

Hook
Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

Hood shit! Hood shit!
Yeah, bitch, hood shit!
Ten toes down, we stood on business,
Never switched, never could quit!

Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

HOOD SHIT!
HOOD SHIT!
Say it loud—
HOOD SHIT!

Verse 2
I remember being broke, now I move like I got purpose,
Funny how the same damn people switched up when I earned it.
Now they wanna call my phone like we brothers from the jump,
Bitch, don't rewrite history just because the numbers up.

I ain't friendly with the fake, I ain't cool with the fraud,
If your word don't mean shit, then your handshake means nada.
You can flex for Instagram, put a caption on your life,
But the truth don't need a filter when you look yourself in the eyes.

I got scars that made me colder, I got losses made me wiser,
Every setback threw gasoline directly on the fire.
They expected me to break—I turned stubborn as a brick,
Now I'm talking my shit loudly 'cause I earned every bit.

Fuck a trend, fuck a wave, I was moving before both,
I don't need to chase a lane when I built the fucking road.
You can imitate the style, but you can't duplicate the hunger,
I was starving for success while you were waiting on another.

Bridge — Half-Time
No fake smiles.
No fake friends.
No bullshit.
That's the fucking end.

Talk your shit.
I won't flinch.
Stand on yours.
Don't switch.

Real ones know.
Fake ones fold.
Pressure hits.
Truth gets told.

Final Hook
Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

Hood shit! Hood shit!
Yeah, bitch, hood shit!
Ten toes down, we stood on business,
Never switched, never could quit!

Miss me with that bullshit!
Fuck that! — we don't do that!
If you on it, then we on it,
Where the fuck the hood at?!

HOOD SHIT!
HOOD SHIT!
Say it loud—
HOOD SHIT!

Outro
Fuck the bullshit.
Fuck the pretending.
Fuck the switching.

HOOD!
SHIT!

Still ten toes.
Still standing.
Still talking that shit.

HOOD SHIT.