What’s up in this wood? nigga, that’s yo’ brother Slide into yo’ hood, nigga, like, “what’s good?” what’s up in this wood? nigga, that’s yo’ mans If you tryna fuck, damn, you outta luck, had to tell that bitch she ain’t got a chance I’m finna slide on that nigga three times wit’ the k, think i’m in the klanīitch, i got a glock 9, make him rewind, got a fuckboy pissin’ his pants Pull out the ak-47, aim it at you, that’s a dead oppĪnd i got that lil nigga wonderin’, like, “what is this shit on my head?” it’s a red dotĪnd i wouldn’t go fuck on that bitch but i’m gettin’ that throat cause that ho’ give the best top I got a shooter, he lookin’ like babysantana, he kinda little with some dreadlocks I got off the leash, told that boy to get lost You kept it fake, i heard you told and you rat, gang I kept it real cause i can’t fold on my slatt So many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my backĬalled up lil’ maajins told him, “send me a pack” So many times i could have smoked his pack Wake up count somе money, then brush my teeth Hit hеr, kick her out, and then go to sleep Hit her raw and then i don’t clean the sheets I’m not one of these little boys, i will really kill one of y’all niggas, man Nah, they ain’t even knowin’ bout the leash man, gotta get off that Stop playin’ with me and lil luis, man, just got off the five m, hahaha