Ryan Williams (feat. wop2wrds)

Uh, uh uh uh

Five hunnit

Fllll, beep

Aye

Youngins outchere on the block, they servin' turkeys like a pilgrim

I got youngins down in 'Bama, catchin' plays like Ryan Williams

I just walked inside of Louie, fuck the clerk, she think I'm stealin'

I'm the goat, a **** want some smoke with me, he must be Dillon

Ain't no heroes where I'm from, it's only right I turnt a villain

Couldn't get inside the club and now I'm finna buy the building

Bitches want me now

'Member when that hoe was actin' different

Paper longer now

That bitch said she love me, I don't feel it

I was tryna get them panties, pussy worth a pretty penny

I ain't trickin' on no bitch, yeah, she can go 'cause I got plenty

My lil' demon just came home, he shoot the clip until it's empty

In that field he swing that stick like Bobby Witt on Kansas City

Me and Wop get in the booth, we paintin' pictures like acrylic

Cook a **** like a chef, I hit his ass up with that skillet

Fuckin' hoes to my new music, now I can't forget my lyrics

**** braggin' 'bout his bitch, it took me one day just to hit it ****

Tss, know how I'm living

Ferragamo on my waist, I spank the beat like it's my children

In the hood like a mechanic, with some killers that do damage

Keep a shh right by my side, it's like a friend or a companion

Youngins outchere on the block they servin' turkeys like a pilgrim

I got youngins down in 'Bama catchin' plays like Ryan Williams

I just walked inside of Louie, fuck the clerk, she think I'm stealin'

I'm the goat, a **** want some smoke with me, he must be Dillon

Ain't no heroes where I'm from, it's only right I turnt a villain

Couldn't get inside the club and now I'm finna buy the building

Bitches want me now

'Member when that hoe was acting different

Paper longer now

That bitch said she love me, I don't feel it

Aye, who got pussy for sale

I ain't buying, I could be yo' plug, raise the clientele

How you what, ain't mean to come off rude

My momma raised me well

Vacuum seal it, migo in the kitchen

tryna hide the smell

I ain't Yeat, it's Pradas on my feet, I got it from the bells

Aye, I got it from them bowls

Ice Spice, no, I don't fuck with white, but I can get it sold

Trife life, know I ain't living right, but I ain't living wrong

Three of red in a lil' Minute Maid, no way I get a cold

Do a opp just like he Roger, send that lil' **** home

Put the fully on auto, leave a **** in that zone ****

Youngins outchere on the block, they servin' turkeys like a pilgrim

I got youngins down in 'Bama, catchin' plays like Ryan Williams

I just walked inside of Louie, fuck the clerk, she think I'm stealin'

I'm the goat, a **** want some smoke with me, he must be Dillon

Ain't no heroes where I'm from, it's only right I turnt a villain

Couldn't get inside the club and now I'm finna buy the building

Bitches want me now

'Member when that hoe was actin' different

Paper longer now

That bitch said she love me, I don't feel it