YSL Woody (Explicit)

(My n—- Lee, I think we got another one)

Neck lit, wrist bussed, get your ***** ****ed

Grind like I ain’t got shit, but I’m a rich ****

I really think my bank account growin’, it got the hiccups

I really think it’s funny, all my opps startin’ to clique up

Neck lit, wrist plain, get your ***** slayed

Face all on the couch, look like Rick James

Told her sign with the Mob, was an NDA

This a 2024, scratchin’ off with the temp plates

Like a cheating ass wife, I hurt a man

Omarion, Marques Houston, I serve a man

High as hell, in traffic with Wham, I’m bout to swerve again

I pull up in Rolls-Royce, he in Virgil Benz

I don’t need no n—- to come hold my hand

Never know what I’m thinkin’, I don’t show my hand

Shit, you gon’ see it when you see it, you can’t know my plans

Why you keep askin’ bout cuz, you don’t know my mans

See I’m the n—- that’ll bully all the bullies

Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie

He survived from the semi, died from the fully

Tell the doctor check his pulse, YSL Woody

Let’s take the party to the house, me and all the guys

We got 60 *****es with us, it’s so many vibes

Say you love me, shit, I heard that **** so many times

I’m just tryna ****, I ain’t tryna hear the lies

I can get ‘em to your doorstep, like it’s Jimmy John’s

N—-s tryna watch me cook the food, this ain’t Benihan

Chain swinging from my neck, get her hypnotized

You would think this **** a circus act, cudi flippin’ pies

Let me know what you need, now we plugged in

I went up a level, not a 10, she not coming in

Rarri truck, Cullinan, thinkin’ **** the Benz

Turnt up, India Love, on my bucket list

See I’m the n—- that’ll bully all the bullies

Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie

He survived from the semi, died from the fully

Tell the doctor check his pulse, YSL Woody

Cuban link, diamond link, I don’t do the ropes

I got Virgil Louis on, off a Louis coat

**** around and take a n—- plug, I’m like louie doe

I can’t even front dog the bag, cuz he move it slow

I guess this ***** think she the catch, I don’t even need her

I never get up on one knee, I’m not Ryan Garcia

She ain’t know the doors close theyself when she hopped in the beamer

Love a ***** more than my money, I’m dying to meet her

Geeked up, I hit the jeweler for some Aquafina

Spanish ting speak no English, call her mamacita

Took the drank and made a slush look like a margarita

I used to move the bag, now I’m the bag, who wanna buy a feature?

See I’m the n—- that’ll bully all the bullies

Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie

He survived from the semi, died from the fully

Tell the doctor check his pulse, YSL Woody