Woodz (feat. Almighty Suspect)

Are you in the mafia?

Am I in the what?

**** said he gon' smoke me, bitch, I'm in the hood

Big ass pole on me, wish a **** would

Smoke, bitch, it come for free, put 'em in the 'Wood

Everything froze on me, bitch, I'm living good

Tell that bitch, "Don't say shit," I ain't ask you

Fuck, then I call her a Lyft, bitch, I'm that dude

I'd hit her best fried too, yeah I'm that rude

Tell these **** catch up, I done passed you

All these **** that I'm with they'll smoke you

All these bitches gettin' hit, I done told you

Big ass 40s on my hip, I'll blow you

**** you a whole ass bitch, I expose you

I was tryna hit ****' blocks, they was never out

Lil' **** stay in school, take a better route

Prayin' to the whip with this faith, hit a **** house

Whole lotta juice in my cup like I'm in the South

Landlord on a **** block, I'll kick 'em out

We'll slide up late night, see what you about

Bitch didn't even see my bed, hit her on the couch

I was just tryna get the head, put it in her mouth

All these **** ride dick, they some homos

I'll bounce out of the whip with the .44

Everything foreign, lil' bitch, ain't no low-low

Everything fabo', bitch, like I'm Loso

Heard **** talkin' on the 'Gram like they need that

We'll pop up, we don't give **** feedback

Putting hoes down, I'm just tryna get my cheese back

Blue face hunnids, I'm just tryna let my cheese stack

All this gold on me, bitch, I'm bust down

All these hoes on me 'cause I'm up now

Six rings, three plus three, that's a touchdown

'Member she was hot in school, she's a bum now

Bitch say she gon' blow me while I smoke a 'Wood

Hunnid dollar steaks with the lobster, I be eatin' good

When I move to Beverly Hills, I'ma keep it hood

Skrrt down Slauson, R.I.P. Neighborhood

Bullets get to hittin' like the motherfuckin' drum kickin'

Beef with Ci-Ci, at least one deaf bum wit' it

Beef with Ci-Ci, y'all **** better bome with it

This shit period, so you know I'm 'bout to run with it

These **** couldn't stop me if they tried to

Slide down a pussy **** block like the drive through

Oh that's yo' bitch? I been fuckin' like she mine too

Who told you you was real? Y'all been lied to

I keep packin' in a mansion, got a hunnid bitches dancin'

Got a hunnid different choppas and a hunnid different hands

Got a hunnid different hustles, made a hunnid different bands

And they know I'm with the Mafia, they know just who I am

I know they don't wanna see us on top

Ball me Ci-Diddy 'cause you know a **** won't stop

Me and Suspect makin' these bitches jaw drop

Found a three of red, now I need me a small pop

I'll never change up, R-G-S the motherfuckin' mafia, they favorite

The shit that these lil' **** rap about made up

I'd never throw in the towel, **** gave up, they couldn't make a lay up

She make her ass move when she stand still

Bro said I could run it up out in Nashville

Young blood snort everything but Advils

Grippin' on this bitch, I don't need one ad-lib

Where the Percs? I need a dose

Pour the drank, make a toast

Yo' bitch wanna give me throat, she gotta eat my bitch first

I'm the illest on this earth, all these tat's, fuck a shirt

Real gutta shit, I really got it out the dirt (Dirt, dirt, dirt)