Mickey Ears

Lyrics

[Intro] (Duke, this shit crazy) [Chorus: Woodboy Gee] Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil' He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal [Verse 1: Woodboy Gee] I told that bitch to play with him, 'cause I ain't the one I woke up lookin' for my spliff, I'm tryna smoke a blunt And I break a zip down into fifths, I'm sellin' every crumb Name Gee, it stand for gingerbread, I'm on my second run I'm talkin' marathon, can barely breathe, I'm gettin' tired They hate to see me speak the truth, these hoes be tellin' lies They'll lie on they own mama for the Cash App Leave that backdoor open where your brother stash at, huh? [Chorus: Woodboy Gee] Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil' He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal [Verse 2: Woodboy Gee] They say a cat got nine lives, shit, I'm takin' one This lil' bitch standin' 5'5", I like to make her cum And you know Gee, he love them kids, so I gave her one I took my bitch to Disneyland and let her bring her son We on a boat, we in the dark, so plant that hickey here She got a gangster on Small World in them Mickey ears I hit it raw inside this park, I might get fifty years Type of shit I do for pussy, I'm just sittin' here, hmm [Chorus: Woodboy Gee] Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil' He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal, yeah [Outro: Woodboy Gee] Come on, lil' man I don't know where the fuck this bitch— I mean I don't know where your mom at But, shit You text her off your phone I got you, I got you We gon' go get some ice cream, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll buy you a pair of Michael Jordans, you like Michael Jordans? Hahaha, damn