Woedy

Ay, yeah, I'm good rockin' like this shit up Mm-hmm, got no problem, pussy-ass nigga, mm-mm Ay, yeah, you understand me? This ain't no O.T.T type shit, nigga, let's get it poppin' Yeah I'm slidin' expensive, I'm fuckin' Two new coupe of bitches, I'm blendin' em in Shit my trappin' too real, I don't care what I do, I'll fly a bitch out to Miami 49 why you be flexin' so much got more Chains on then your ancestors I done took a thousand losses no cap I ain't trippin' I just wanna see my mans win Oh you got all the money, I know You fuckin' all the hoes, uh, huh Heard you be sellin' dope, uh uh I be sellin' pounds not rounds Oh that's bubb, this is za He want smoke put him in a blunt He got good smoke in his lungs Hunnid round drum on the gun Nigga mad 'cause I'm richer then 'em Like a ref bro, too official Beat the block like Mannie Fresher Beat the case like Johnnie Cochran I was lowkey tryna minimize it Rico story like speaker knockers Drive the whip like Ricky Bobby Keep it solid don't tell nobody Boomin' like the candy lady, woedy I'm a real project baby, woedy Slappin' like an alligator, woedy And she gon' give that face up, woedy Woedy, woedy, woedy, woedy Woedy, woedy, woedy, woedy Yeah, baddie or not if you ain't fuckin' Tonight then I'm kickin' you out, yeah Cousin slingin' that Vaseline treat the Burglar house like a gold mine I ain't even have no house no cap I was puttin' that shit at my dawg house And I wasn't trippin' cousin no it Took time to get my own spot Yeah I'm slidin' expensive, I'm fuckin' Two new coupe of bitches, I'm blendin' 'em in Shit my trappin' too real I don't care What I do I'll fly a bitch out to Miami 49 why you be flexin' so much got More chains on then your ancestors I done took a thousand losses no cap I ain't trippin' I just wanna see my mans win Oh you got all the money I know You fuckin' all the hoes, uh-huh Heard you be sellin' dope, uh-uh I be sellin' pounds not rounds Oh that's bubb this is za He want smoke put him in a blunt He got good smoke in his lungs Hunnid round drum on the gun Bullet holes like savage nem Sellin' weed at my mamma crib Paint her face like super set How you lovin' this goofy nigga You ain't do what I think you did 50 cent she fuck many men Keep my heat I don't care what weather Vultures all in my granny crib I'ma fuck 'cause I ain't her friend Real money I pay the bitch No cap I'll buy a hoe Fly em back on a private jet Real P like pot and pan Niggas sweeter then cotton candy Money taller then K Durant Trap house jumpin' like Ja Morant He been sellin' that Koo Klux Klan And he sellin' that vulture pack I guess he don't play with tracks He fell off he still ain't back I'm press this engine until it bust I'm tryna kill this bitch I feel like a six of James Harden I'm on my Philly shit Yeah I'm slidin' expensive I'm fuckin' Two new coupe of bitches I'm blendin' em in Shit my trappin' too real I don't care what I do I'll fly a bitch out to Miami 49 why you be flexin' so much got more Chains on then your ancestors I done took a thousand losses no cap I ain't trippin' I just wanna see my mans win Oh you got all the money I know You fuckin' All the hoes uh huh Heard you be sellin' dope, uh uh I be sellin' pounds not rounds Oh that's bubb this is za He want smoke put him in a blunt He got good smoke in his lungs Hunnid round drum on the gun We're the rich nigga shit Stand up man, that way