Mr. Woody

My mama said I got death on me

My eyes stressed some

The reason why I got this vest on me

Aye, **** left on me

Bitch, bitch

Aye, free Lil easy, Bitch

Back to the street shit

And free Skeet, bitch

Back to the street shit

I ain't hiding, bitch, I'm in the city

Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit (Fuck with me)

Back to the street shit

Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit (4 gang in this)

I ain't hiding, bitch, I'm in the city

Ain't into talking, ****, la-la-la

Ain't been the same, bitch, since I got shot (Duh)

My leg hurt, aye, but he got dropped

We got knots, free my pop, fuck my opps

Nah for real, bitch

You gon' make more than the news, if you touch my watch

Still yelling free my Uncle Nells

You ain't never took a life, I can tell

Contemplating murder in that cell kinda shook ya

You need a whooping, give me a dub, I'll cook it (Pussy!)

Hunnit thousand on me all took

Seven murders in, all hoodies

Quick to top something just for looking

Quick to drop something, I'm a bully

Handgun chop, it's a fully

Old school chop, Mr. Woody

Mr. Woody, ****, y'all **** know how we coming

Bitch don't come around asking 'bout nobody (Bitch)

Every **** round me toting silent

See us on the wood 'cause he dropped me

Fuck he getting mad 'cause he had

Four choppers deep when we ride

Big fours, bitch, you can't divide it

Hustle boys, yeah, I got it tatted

Push yo shit back 'cause he ready

Back to the street shit

I was gone, now I'm back on the east, bitch

I ain't hiding, bitch, I'm in the city

4 gang or no gang, ****