Fat Wood

Aye aye 22 aye

Fat wood wit the lumps, aye shopping for the dumps

Out his neck man I know that boy a punk aye thought she was the

Fat wood with the lumps Mari 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

Aim it out the window, I ain't gotta hit the trunk

I woke up to get money you woke up to be a bum

Millionaire mindset cause I know I'm worth sum

Decline a bitch call she just probably want sum

If niggas think they slick

Man it's cool we gon' trim in the streets

With the kids hooping in my Ralph Simmons

When I was they age I had looked up to the dealer

Niggas on street spins coming through the hood trippin'

Could've looked up to the doctor

Shit but that ain't what I'm seeing

All I see is hand to hands a lot of money in there reeking

A lot of niggas fake and you ain't real I can see it

I like bougie bitches yeah the ones who conceded

I'm tryna see what's better baby you or the juice

I thought I wanted you but I ain't see the whole crew

They don't know about them struggles you not pieced like my boo

When she give it to me Ima treat it like a deuce

Meir smoking moon rock I'm so high it ain't cool

Big Wam-Bam if you try a true fool

My dog with me on it but I told him play it cool

Perc playing with my mood I was cool now I'm rude

Fat wood with the lumps Mari 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

Aim it out the window I ain't gotta hit the trunk

I woke up to get money you woke up to be a bum

Millionaire mindset cause I know I'm worth sum

Decline a bitch call she just probably want sum

I'm a star and point guard you not even six-man

Boy don't try to mug me you better hold yo bitch hand

Boy don't throw yo life away trying to make some quick bands

I'm watching Elmo wit Cam counting some quick bands

It's fresh out the fridge dig it in some quicksand

My boy play with drums like he in a rock band

When she get on top she gon' hold on my hands

If you get the safe code can you not steal my bands

Met her walking out of Gucci but I come to think she knew me

When she walked away from me she was hooded down in Louie

Soon as I walked down I was staring at her booty

My nigga call with the juicy Kush bring it to me

I was fucking with yo bitch but that hoe a bad habit

She ain't hold the door for me man this bitch got no manners

Smoking good cookie while I'm all up in traffic

I feel disrespect and its gonna be all action

Fat wood with the lumps, shopping for the dumps

Talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk

The way she gave me man I thought she was the one

Aye, I ain't never had a

Hit the trunk, aye you woke up to be a bum

Worth sum, aye she just probably want sum