Woedy

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

**** 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

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 n'em

Sellin' weed at my momma crib

Paint her face like super set

How you lovin' this goofy ****?

You ain't do what I think you did

50 cent, she fuck many men

Keep my heat, I don't care what weather

Roaches 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

**** 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 thracks

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