YSL Woody (feat. Babyface Ray)

My **** Lee, I think we got another one

Alright

Huh

Neck lit, wrist bust, get yo' bitch fucked

Grind like I ain't got shit, but I'm a rich fuck

I really think my bank account growin', it got the hiccups

I really think it's funny, all my opps startin' to clique up

Yeah, neck lit, wrist plain, get yo' bitch slain

Face all on the couch, look like Rick James

Told her sign with the Mob, what's an NDA?

This a 2024, scratchin' off with the temp plates

Hey, like a cheatin'-ass wife, I'll hurt a man

Omarion, Marques Houston, I'll serve a man, huh

High as hell in traffic with Wham, 'bout to swerve again

I pull up in Rolls-Royce, he in Virgil Benz

Huh, yeah, I don't need no **** to come hold my hand

Never know what I'm thinkin', I don't show my hand

Shit, you gon' see it when you see it, you can't know my plans

Why you keep askin' 'bout cuz'? You don't know my mans

See, I'm the **** that'll bully all the bullies

Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie

He survived from the semi, died from the fully

Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody

Huh, let's take the party to the house, me and all the guys

We got sixty bitches wit' us, it's so many vibes

Say you love me, shit, I heard that shit so many times

I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't tryna hear the lies

I can get 'em to your doorstep like it's Jimmy John's

**** tryna watch me cook the food, this ain't Benihan'

Chain swingin' from my neck, got her hypnotized

You would think this shit a circus act, cuddy flippin' pies

Let me know what you need, know we plugged in

I went up a level, not a ten, she not comin' in

'Rari truck, Cullinan, thinkin', "Fuck the Benz"

Turnt up, India Love on my bucket list

See, I'm the **** that'll bully all the bullies

Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie

He survived from the semi, died from the fully

Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody

Cuban link, diamond link, I don't do the ropes

I got Virgil Louies on off a Louis coat

Fuck around and took a **** plug, I'm like Louie, though

I can't even front, dog the bag, 'cause he movin' slow

Guess this bitch think she the catch, I don't even need her

I'll never get up on one knee, I'm not Ron Garcia

She ain't know the doors close theyself when she hopped in the Beamer

Love a bitch more than my money, I'm dyin' to meet her

Geeked up, I hit the jeweler for some Aquafina

Spanish t'ing speak no English, call her, "Mamacita"

Took the drank and made a slush, look like a margarita

I used to move the bag, now I'm the bag, who wanna buy a feature?

See, I'm the **** that'll bully all the bullies

Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie

He survived from the semi, died from the fully

Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody