Lyrics:
Causing more destruction in the woods than Jason
Every 64 kid, you've been patient
And the day is finally here
How many tracks to make it clear
How many
a construction worker or somethin
[T] Man, construction workers ain't realistic man
[T] You can't be out there done sawin all day, boy it's hot out there
[T]
fists
wu build like construction and bang like precusion
on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
Chorus x2
Bitch I'm that guy
Bitch I'm that fly
Got like five up in the wood bitch I'm that high
Please don't ask why I got all this cash by
Been giving them
you walk, love, I kiss the floor
Truck jewels, big stacks, mustard boots
Construction on her feet, she eat duck confit
I shoot up the club whenever
out of the bastard
Strip ya self new first so you don't get blood on ya new shirt
And cut the fuckin' corpse up like a butcher to meat kid
And put
and anniverserariums
Now little ghetto kids think that repo
Men are the scary ones
And I seen a rat come up
Motherfucker man I'm not playing
Withchu, you better come
out of the bastard
Strip ya self new first so you don't get blood on ya new shirt
And cut the fuckin' corpse up like a butcher to meat kid
And put
fists
wu build like construction and bang like precusion
on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
Chorus x2
the hood feel
Scoop a hood chick Let her see how the wood feel
Couple of bars for the broads I ain't enter yet who like the program
I'll download it on your
it dumb
They going nuts
Pull up with
Da back wood baby
You know
We rolling up
When she slide with her friends
And she nasty
I'm in her guts
Air that
corrupting
Pustules around his lips a pussy bitch
No mate not looking for kids
Christian Chris Hansen see candles
No one rides across the vines
Can't find
heard Linda made a living on the internet
Raised three kids in an image no one could forget
A following as loyal as a puppy dog
Barking up a tree till it
won't assimilate
Gucci and the Louis on my body fashionably late
Think he's a construction worker hard headed hard cappin
I be smoking all these woods
Being in the hood I done
Traveled to the Slauson
Being on the turf I done
Seen em kill for colors
Watchin baby mothers without baby fathers
The kids are
and so does the block
Anytime after, 9 o'clock
Five to nine niggas clock-in
Control the spot
No cooking in the kitchen kids
Cause the stove is hot
of whipping foreing you aint owning?
Like construction paper how the folding
I put the runtz in the wood now im od
I been on the grind like im tony
Man too
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