YSL Woody

Lyrics

[Intro: Tay B] (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Alright Huh [Verse 1: Tay B] Neck lit, wrist bust, get your bitch fucked Grind like I ain't got shit, but I'm a rich fuck I really think my bank account growin', it got the hiccups I really think it's funny, all my opps startin' to clique up [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] Yeah, neck lit, wrist plain, get your bitch slain Face all on the couch, look like Rick James Told her sign with the Mob, what's an NDA? This a 2024, scratchin' off with the temp plates [Verse 3: Tay B] Like a cheatin'-ass wife, I'll hurt a man Omarion, Marques Houston, I'll serve a man, huh High as hell in traffic with Wham, 'bout to swerve again I pull up in Rolls-Royce, he in Virgil Benz Huh, yeah, I don't need no nigga 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 [Chorus: Tay B] See, I'm the nigga that'll bully all the bulliеs Fresh as hell, Denim Tеars, YSL hoodie He survived from the semi, died from the fully Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody [Verse 4: Tay B] Let's take the party to the house, me and all the guys We got sixty bitches with us, it's so many vibes Say you love me, shit, I heard that shit so many times I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't tryna hear the lies I can get 'em to your doorstep like it's Jimmy John's Niggas tryna watch me cook the food, this ain't Benihan' [Verse 5: Babyface Ray] Chain swingin' from my neck, got her hypnotized You would think this shit a circus act, cuddy flippin' pies Let me know what you need, know we plugged in I went up a level, not a ten, she not comin' in 'Rari truck, Cullinan, thinkin' fuck the Benz Turnt up, India Love on my bucket list [Chorus: Tay B] See, I'm the nigga that'll bully all the bullies Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie He survived from the semi, died from the fully Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody [Verse 6: Tay B] Cuban link, diamond link, I don't do the ropes I got Virgil Louies on off a Louis coat Fuck around and took a nigga plug, I'm like Louie, though I can't even front dog the bag 'cause he move it slow Guess this bitch think she the catch, I don't even need her I'll never get up on one knee, I'm not Ron Garcia She ain't know the doors close theyself when she hopped in the Bimmer Love a bitch more than my money, I'm dyin' to meet her [Verse 7: Babyface Ray] 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? [Chorus: Tay B] See, I'm the nigga that'll bully all the bullies Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie He survived from the semi, died from the fully Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody