Yeah don’t hit my phone with all that, you know what I mean
n#gg#s be tapped in and sh#t
You the m#th*rf#ck*r police n#gg#
f#ck the phone
Big Woods Season, big Taylor Gang sh#t
Big Pittsburgh
Aye five hundred degrees got my shirt off in the kitchen
You gon’ have to move your family if you tell ’em what you witnessed
I’ve been out here catching plays
I’ve had this sh#t on for three days
Pull up and don’t say sh#t on the phone, just hit the e-way (hello)
Used to have them junkies in the line I feel like Webay
The block hot like Miami, gotta keep it heat, D Wade
Gotta little b#tch that like b#tches, she a b#tch though
Thought he was a gangsta till he gave him all that info
He gon’ f#ck the twelve for the cheese, Aaron Rogers
I got angels watching over me in LA, tryna Dodger
If she ain’t bossing up, gotta cut her out the picture
They threw him a party, he was tipsy off the liquor
Hit her one time, got her acting like she know me
Seen that black and white, he a agent, he a Cody
Leave your phone at home, then go do it out a stoley
And there ain’t no popping bottles in the club if you owe me (let’s get it)
Twenty-twenty vision let me see just what it look like
He got rocked to sleep by some p#ss#, that’s a good night (yeah)
Keep them ones coming, show me that you worth something
If he told, we ain’t family, put that on my first cousin (for real)
I ain’t nobody else, b#tch I’m me, that’s the post
That’s the mother f#cking caption, hate a b#tch that do the most
I ain’t beefing ’bout no p#ss#, if it’s money then it’s different
He gon’ pull up with that drumstick, you get fried like a chicken
Hope she bust it open like she do that sh#t on IG
Told her suck it till it’s at attention, that’s a “at-ease”
Outside with the guys serving junkies by the street lights
Made this in a day, just imagine what a week like
I can’t be the weak type (nah)
She all in my DMs, hope you know your b#tch a freak-type
Big Bear trip, frozen diamonds, she the ski-type (woooo aye let’s get it yeah)
How come everytime they talk about me you come tell me
See that’s why I be solo with the curry not a addy
Gotta get the extras out the kitchen, scrape the sides
I ain’t never seen that n#gg# round my way, he a lie
f#ck the Alphabet Boys, b#tch you know it’s Free The Guys
I know he don’t like that sh#t, he a Rico dropping dimes
Shout out uncle Trick, shoutout Jackson, them my babies
Speed limit say 65, I was doing 80
Gotta get ’em home, that’s the only way we eat
Every street n#gg# ain’t no rapper, every rap n#gg# ain’t street
Every trap n#gg# ain’t me, gang b#tch or d-i-e
She be texting “see me please”
I’m just tryna catch the sleaze (haha yeah Big Woods woooo)
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