Woedy

(album: 4GOD II - 2023)

Yeah I'm sliding expensive I'm fucking two new coupe of bitches I'm blending em in
Shit my trapping too real I don't care what I do I'll fly a bitch out to Miami
49 why you be flexing so much got more chains on then your ancestors
I done took a thousand losses no cap I ain't tripping I just wanna see my mans win

Oh you got all the money I know
You fucking all the hoes uh huh
Heard you be selling dope, uh uh
I be selling 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

Nigga 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

Booming like the candy lady woedy
I'm a real project baby woedy
Slapping like an alligator woedy
And she gon' give that face up woedy
Woedy woedy woedy woedy
Woedy woedy woedy woedy

Yeah baddie or not if you ain't fucking tonight then I'm kicking you out yeah
Cousin slinging that Vaseline treat the burglar house like a gold mine
I ain't even have no house no cap I was putting that shit at my dawg house
And I wasn't tripping cousin no it took time to get my own spot

Yeah I'm sliding expensive I'm fucking two new coupe of bitches I'm blending em in
Shit my trapping too real I don't care what I do I'll fly a bitch out to Miami
49 why you be flexing so much got more chains on then your ancestors
I done took a thousand losses no cap I ain't tripping I just wanna see my mans win

Oh you got all the money I know
You fucking all the hoes uh huh
Heard you be selling dope, uh uh
I be selling 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 nem
Selling weed at my mamma crib
Paint her face like super set
How you loving this goofy nigga
You ain't do what I think you did
50 cent she fuck many men
Keep my heat I don't care what weather
Vultures all in my granny crib
I'mma 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
Niggas sweeter then cotton candy
Money taller then K Durant
Trap house jumping like Ja Morant
He been selling that Koo Klux Klan
And he selling that vulture pack
I guess he don't play with tracks
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 6 of James Harden I'm on my Philly shit

Yeah I'm sliding expensive I'm fucking two new coupe of bitches I'm blending em in
Shit my trapping too real I don't care what I do I'll fly a bitch out to Miami
49 why you be flexing so much got more chains on then your ancestors
I done took a thousand losses no cap I ain't tripping I just wanna see my mans win

Oh you got all the money I know
You fucking
All the hoes uh huh
Heard you be selling dope, uh uh
I be selling 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