Fat Wood

(album: I'm Still Serious - 2018)

Hey, hey, that's what I'm doing

Fat wood with the lump, ay, shopping for the dump
Out his neck, man, I know that boy a punk
Ay, I thought she was the

Fat wood with the lumps, I'm already shopping for the dumps
He just talking out his neck, man, I know that boy a punk
The way she gave me head, man, I thought she was the one
In the car with a K, I ain't never had a pump
I aim it out the window, I ain't gotta hit the trunk
I woke up to get money, you woke up be a bum
Millionaire mindset 'cause I know I'm worth something
The client a bitch calls, she just probably wants some

If niggas think they slick, man, that's cool
We don't trim 'em in the streets
But the key is hooping in my Raf Simons
When I was they age, I had looked up to the dealers
Niggas on the streets dance, coming through the hood tripping
Coulda looked up to the doctor, shit, but that ain't what I'm seeing
All I see is end to ends, a lotta money in there reeking
A lotta niggas faking, you ain't real, I can see it
I like bougie bitches, yeah, the ones who can see that
I'm tryna see who's better, baby, you or the juugs
I thought I wanted you, but I ain't see the whole crew
They don't know about them struggles, you my peace like my boo
Once she give it to me, I'ma treat her like a dude
So I'm here smoking moon rock, I'm so high, it ain't cool
Dick wham bam, if you try it, you a fool
My dawg with me yelling, but I told him, play it cool
Purp playing with my molar/moolah, I was cooling on a roof

Fat wood with the lumps, I'm already shopping for the dumps
He just talking out his neck, man, I know that boy a punk
The way she gave me head, man, I thought she was the one
In the car with a K, I ain't never had a pump
I aim it out the window, I ain't gotta hit the trunk
I woke up to get money, you woke up be a bum
Millionaire mindset 'cause I know I'm worth something
The client a bitch calls, she just probably wants some

I'm a star on point guard, you not even a sixth man
Boy, don't try to murk me, you better hold your bitch hand
Boy, don't throw your life away tryna make some quick bands
Now watch, I hit 'em up, we can count some quick bands
It's fresh out the fridge, nigga, that's some quicksand
My boy play with drums like he in a rock band
Once she get on top, she don't hold down my hands
If you get the same plug, can you not steal my bands?
Met her walking outta Gucci, but I kinda think she knew me
When she walked away from me, she was headed down to Louis
Sometimes I walk downtown, I'm staring at her booty
My nigga called with that juicy kush straight into me
I was fucking with your bitch, but that ho a bad
But she ain't hold the door for me, man, this bitch got no manners
Smoking good cookie while I'm all up in traffic
If I feel disrespect, then it's gon' be your ass

Fat wood with the lumps, I'm already shopping for the dump
Talking out his neck, man, I know that boy a punk
Way she had me, man, I thought she was the one
Ay, I ain't never had a
The trunk
Ay, you woke up to be a bum
Know I'm worth something
Ay, she just probably want some