Sevark – THE HOOD (feat. King Apex & Mystro) Lyrics

THE HOOD

Sevark (feat. King Apex & Mystro)

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"THE HOOD." - Sevark (feat. King Apex & Mystro)

Wednesday, 28 October 2026, 10:15 am

Album: THE HOOD (feat. King Apex & Mystro) - Single

Track No: 01

We in the, we in the hood
We in the, we in the hood
We in the, we in the (Mm)
We in the, we in the (Mm)
We in the, we in the hood
We in the, we in the hood (Yeah)
We in the hood
We in the, mm, we in the hood
Shoot guns, rob banks (Yeah)
Life feel like GTA
Sev', Mystro, Apex in the lane, whole gang don't play (Okay)
(The predator 'bout to hunt)
Hangin' with my gang when the cops pull up, I'm grippin' the gun
Sirens gettin' loud
But they scatter real quick when they see how we run
We in the, we in the hood (Hunt)
We in the, we in the hood (Aye, hunt)
We in the, we in the
We in the, we in the
Blue-Blue lights in the mirror, but the chase gettin' wild
This shit just begun
Predator on the move in the hood tonight
Yeah, the hunt'll be done, done
Talkin' 'bout a heist, let's ride on top of the hill like I'm Hank
Turn the whole block GTA, leave the city in panic and panic and crank
Bag full of money when we leave that door, every pocket gon' rank
Whole crew outside with the masks on tight when we pull up the bank
Ridin' motorcycles through the hood while we duckin' the cops
Helicopters in the sky but the chase ain't stopping the opps
If they close the road we spinnin' back 'round
Through the side of the blocks
Whole gang movin' fast, and of course we don't stop
Hey, Sev', I got your back when the pressure start raisin' awake
(Mystro where you at?) Whole squad movin' fast when the city shakes
Shots in the air, now the whole damn street feelin' the quake
Now it's five stars on the map and the whole world watchin' the stakes
Peace!
Shoot guns, rob banks (Yeah)
Turn the whole block GTA (Yeah)
They say the hood gangster, they ain't wrong
Five stars when we play (Pow-pow)
Shoot guns, rob banks (Yeah)
Life feel like GTA
Sev, Mystro, Apex in the lane
Whole gang don't play (Okay, okay, okay)
You ain't tryin', you ain't tryin', damn, I make this look real easy
I'd be lyin' if I say my kind of love for guns ain't touchy-feely
Bullets flyin', petrifyin', dodgin' and dancin' like I'm Chris Breezy
Ain't complyin' if you firin'
No, I can't let them Swiss cheese me (Okay, okay, okay)
You ain't tryin', you ain't tryin', damn, I make this look real easy
I'd be lyin' if I say my kind of love for guns ain't touchy-feely
Bullets flyin', petrifyin', dodgin' and dancin' like I'm Chris Breezy
Ain't complyin' if you firin', no, I can't let them Swiss cheese me
What?
Aye
Aye, hey, aye
Oh, yeah, uh, uh
Shooter, shooter
Uppin' the stakes so I'm an A1 shooter, shooter
Gentrification, so I just might move ya
Take you to school with this ruler
Shooter, shooter
Takin' you there but I ain't a tutor
Gettin' in trouble, then shoot, ain't talkin' computer
Judge, jury, executer
Servin' you more than Hooters
Mystro been the persecutor
Could've been a looter, but it didn't suit her
Disturbin' the peace, I'm a polluter
Apex still the six-shooter
You ain't got the balls, must've been neutered
Aim is super, been the sharpshooter
Hit where I aim, fuck a Stormtrooper
Behind the scenes, let me show you the bloopers
Shot so many times, you a Goofy Goober
I want the wild ones, I get the cougar
I promise you don't wanna be the hooter
You gon' regret becomin' the snooper
What you did in the past can't stay for the future
Shoot til' the clip lookin' like the hair on Lex Luthor
I'll see you soon, the bullets see you sooner, uh
Extendo fuckin' up your accuracy, uh
Seein' through you, lowered your opacity, uh
Since I got an uptick in capacity
I'm causin' real hell, it's blasphemy, uh, uh, uh
I'm itchin', I'm restless, leavin' them breathless
Checkin' them out so buddy come check this
One, two, checked, but it's not a mic test
Hittin' then takin' the necklace, headless
'Cause I'm evil, heart blacker than Don Cheadle
I don't need help, I ain't apart of the Beatles
Hit cerebral, palms he got too feeble
You catchin' some airborne but it ain't measles
Shit for the birds, ya heard? Eagles
Second drive-by so you know we repeaters
I ain't got the patience, I'm talkin' 'bout needles
Get poked, stay woke, leavin' 'em stoked
Done too much practice to aim below throat (Ooh)
You want it like that, stay on that side of boat
Yellow coat, my pen wise, you'll float too
Ooh! Runnin' away from the po-po-po (Oh!)
Hard to forget, I'm like a logo (Oh!)
Done went hardcore, I should go pro (Oh!)
Survive anything, I'm like a GoPro
Goin' like King Von, no safety on
Dropped him and all his homies, now they dead and gone
Pop out with the Draco, you know how it go
You can not stop my flow
Your girl a bop, I'm throwin' dots
Movin' like Roddy Ricch, you know I'm that bitch
Ice on my neck, call me Mrs. Clean
Heaters the same people lookin' at me like I'm mean cuisine
Got em all trippin', hop out the shootout, know I'm dippin'
Bro you know you and yo' homies trippin'
Struttin' with the clip in my pocket
Always discreet that thing, shoot like a rocket
Can't lock me up 'cause I'm playin' the trumpet
Told the cops to bump it
Straps all over me I ain't playin'
I don't take no disrespect
I shoot up yo' home, and every bullet strayin'
I keep yo' family prayin' down in the hood, yeah
D-D-D-Down in the hood, yeah
Down in the hood
Down in the hood, yeah
Down in the hood, yeah
Down in the hood
We in the hood, we in the
We in the hood
We in the hood, we in the
We in the hood
Shoot guns, rob banks (Yeah)
Turn the whole block GTA (Yeah)
They say the hood gangster, they ain't wrong
Five stars when we play (Pow-pow)
Shoot guns, rob banks (Yeah)
Life feel like GTA
Sev, Mystro, Apex in the lane
Whole gang don't play (okay, don't play, okay)
You ain't tryin', you ain't tryin', damn, I make this look real easy
I'd be lyin' if I say my kind of love for guns ain't touchy-feely
Bullets flyin', petrifyin', dodgin' and dancin' like I'm Chris Breezy
Ain't complyin' if you firin', no, I can't let them Swiss cheese me
You ain't tryin', you ain't tryin', damn, I make this look real easy
I'd be lyin' if I say my kind of love for guns ain't touchy-feely
Bullets flyin', petrifyin', dodgin' and dancin' like I'm Chris Breezy
Ain't complyin' if you firin', no, I can't let them Swiss cheese me

Writer(s): Sevark, King Apex & Mystro.

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