CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mr. Woody
My mama said I got death on me (My eyes stressed some)
The reason why I got this vest on me (Ayy, n***a left on me)
Helluva made this beat baby
B*t*h (B*t*h)
Ayy, free Lil easy, B*t*h
(Back to the street sh*t)
And free Skeet b*t*h (Back to the street sh*t)
I ain't hiding, b*t*h I'm in the city (B*t*h, b*t*h)
F**k with me (B*t*h, b*t*h, back to the street sh*t)
Back to the street sh*t
B*t*h, b*t*h, Back to the street sh*t (4 gang in this)
I ain't hiding, b*t*h I'm in the city
Ain't into talking n***a, la-la-la
Ain't been the same b*t*h since I got shot (Duh)
My leg hurt, aye but he got dropped
We got knots
Free my pop, f**k my opps
Nah for real (B*t*h!)
You gon make more than the news, if you touch my watch
Yelling free my Uncle Nells ([?])
You ain't never take a life, I can tell
How to playing murder in that cell, kinda shook ya
You need a whooping
Give me dub, I'll cook it (Pu**y!)
Hunnit thousand on me all took
Seven murders in, all hoodies
Quick to top something just for looking
Quick to drop something, I'm a bully
Handgun chop, its a fully
Old school chop, Mr. Woody (Mr. Woody n***a, y'all n***as know how we coming)
B*t*h don't come around asking bout nobody (B*t*h)
Every n***a round me toting silent
See us on the wood cause he dropped me
F**k he getting mad, cause he had
Four chops deep when we ride
Big fours, b*t*h you can't divide it
Hustle boys, yeah I got it tatted
Push yo sh*t back cause he ready
Back to the street sh*t
I was gone, now I'm back on the east b*t*h
I ain't hiding, b*t*h, I'm in the city
4 gang, or no gang n***a
The reason why I got this vest on me (Ayy, n***a left on me)
Helluva made this beat baby
B*t*h (B*t*h)
Ayy, free Lil easy, B*t*h
(Back to the street sh*t)
And free Skeet b*t*h (Back to the street sh*t)
I ain't hiding, b*t*h I'm in the city (B*t*h, b*t*h)
F**k with me (B*t*h, b*t*h, back to the street sh*t)
Back to the street sh*t
B*t*h, b*t*h, Back to the street sh*t (4 gang in this)
I ain't hiding, b*t*h I'm in the city
Ain't into talking n***a, la-la-la
Ain't been the same b*t*h since I got shot (Duh)
My leg hurt, aye but he got dropped
We got knots
Free my pop, f**k my opps
Nah for real (B*t*h!)
You gon make more than the news, if you touch my watch
Yelling free my Uncle Nells ([?])
You ain't never take a life, I can tell
How to playing murder in that cell, kinda shook ya
You need a whooping
Give me dub, I'll cook it (Pu**y!)
Hunnit thousand on me all took
Seven murders in, all hoodies
Quick to top something just for looking
Quick to drop something, I'm a bully
Handgun chop, its a fully
Old school chop, Mr. Woody (Mr. Woody n***a, y'all n***as know how we coming)
B*t*h don't come around asking bout nobody (B*t*h)
Every n***a round me toting silent
See us on the wood cause he dropped me
F**k he getting mad, cause he had
Four chops deep when we ride
Big fours, b*t*h you can't divide it
Hustle boys, yeah I got it tatted
Push yo sh*t back cause he ready
Back to the street sh*t
I was gone, now I'm back on the east b*t*h
I ain't hiding, b*t*h, I'm in the city
4 gang, or no gang n***a
