Yeah don't hit my phone with all that, you know what I mean
Niggas be tapped in and shit
You the motherfucker police nigga
Fuck the phone
Big Woods Season, big Taylor Gang shit
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 shit on for three days
Pull up and don't say shit 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 bitch that like bitches, she a bitch though
Thought he was a gangsta till he gave him all that info
He gon' fuck 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 pussy, 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, bitch I'm me, that's the post
That's the mother fucking caption, hate a bitch that do the most
I ain't beefing 'bout no pussy, 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 shit 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 bitch 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 nigga round my way, he a lie
Fuck the Alphabet Boys, bitch you know it's Free The Guys
I know he don't like that shit, 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 nigga ain't no rapper, every rap nigga ain't street
Every trap nigga ain't me, gang bitch or d-i-e
She be texting "see me please"
I'm just tryna catch the sleaze (haha yeah Big Woods woooo)
