The Hoodoos Freestyle Lyrics

I mean nowadays
It's hard to know for sure
You just gotta pay attention to the signs
Who do you love? The Hoodoos
If not me then who?
If not now then when?
If not here then where? Yeah

I wanna lounge with you
I heard them boys kept it a hundred, they should've thousand you
If real niggas turn you on, I know they ain't arousing you
I'm tryna get you wet again, I know it's been a drought with you
Tryna take you out of the game, be out of bounds with you
Tryna come out of these boxes and go a round or two
Tryna do the trip to the islands and build a house with you
I'm tryna give you doggy style, not cat-and-mouse with you
Baby, let me give you some guidance like the counselors do
Let me provide you security like the bouncers do
Really hate to see you outside and gotta slouch with you
Asked about him in his hood, they couldn't vouch for dude
Like who you loving? Who that nigga you fucking?
He don't really want the smoke 'cause that nigga be ducking
And you know I hit the road like a nigga be trucking
Been balling so long they say a nigga be chucking, yeah
I'm from that Coogi cloth
You need a OG who still can pull the Cool Greys off
Who could take you to the Hamptons in a blue-grey Porsche
And still hood enough to know how much Kool-Aid costs, I'm saying
What they know about long walks through Montauk?
Popping champagne like champions in the Hamptons
Really can't relate if they ain't Tuckahoe in Tuckahoe
Them niggas bagging robbers ain't doing Sag Harbor for real
I'm tryna go to Babe's with you, babe
I want you to have motion, not disable you, babe
True story though, you know I wouldn't fable you, babe
It's XO for the weekend like Able do, babe
First of all, you know they can't play about you, babe
And even when them hoes tried, they wasn't able to, babe
And it better be designer if they label you, babe
And fresh watermelon juice at a table of babes, look
It's the kid from the projects up in Montauk Project
Nigga could be here, but he ain't swallow his pride yet
Eyes ain't on the prize yet, but see me on a private
Still killing 'em softly like Lauryn Hill, Pras, Clef
We out, me and mommy at large
And his body getting folded, she Kehlani massage
It's crazy, I'm with a eater that get slimy in cars
'Cause earlier I had dinner up in Ronnie garage
The chalets store-bought, the style is four-course
And that boy got more Beemers than child support court
Smile and pour more, meanwhile it's more s'mores
I mean, who do you love and are you for sure?