Lyrics:
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Take a dub, get some 'Woods from the store
hand's always open, for real
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
just air-balled a layup, like I'm Ronnie Duncan
I just air-balled a three, like I'm Landyn Blankenship
I just got rejected by a woman, like I'm Connor
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
live young
I'm making change, I make it rain
We ain't the same
I'm pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
in Baghdad (Boom, grrah)
Nigga brought another hundred racks
On the Cash App
I rolled up another fat wood
We all passed that
I nutted, yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm feeling lit
I put a three-five in a 'Wood, higher than a bitch, huh
Yeah, I'm feeling lit, ooh
I'm feeling lit (boom)
I put
plenty
Taco Bell
Dollar eight
Now my plates worth fifty
Key chain three hundred
Loui V on the dash
Fell in love with details ever since I got the bag
I’d
Shadow]
Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin and
E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
toes never off my note
Wood grain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop
years in the wood
Says I, I'll try cider, I heard it was good
Oh never, oh never, oh never again
If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell
even know shit
Interrogated by detectives , but I don't even know shit
Got a show, can't bring my pole, I ain't even goin
Smokin' woods back to back,
to the fact that my Rolex a fifty
Arm & Hammer like I'm John Henry
Professor Klump pockets, I'm a chemist
Racks on me like I'm playing tennis
A hundred thousand
The a p two tone
Three five in a wood smoking vlone
She keep texting my line what your freak on
After she give me that neck tell her be gone
Know I
themselves for a burdened release
And then we repeat
Unlearn all the cheap
Reverberations and restrain the defeat
I keep 100 divided by 3
That's nothing but
by 3
That's nothing but 3's
The masters are with me when I rip a beat
I see that my future is more than it seems
You see that my suture is beautifully
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Got a blade by my side and its wanted for two
One, two, three, bitch, yea im coming for you
Got a blade by my side and its wanted for two
One, two,
Oh how I wish it would snow
These gray and brown days are causing me worry
As I sit by the window alone
Contemplating calling you on the phone
Three
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