YSL Woody Lyrics
(My n—- Lee, I think we got another one)
Neck lit, wrist bussed, 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
Neck lit, wrist plain, get your bitch slayed
Face all on the couch, look like Rick James
Told her sign with the Mob, was an NDA
This a 2024, scratchin’ off with the temp plates
Like a cheating ass wife, I hurt a man
Omarion, Marques Houston, I serve a man
High as hell, in traffic with Wham, I’m bout to swerve again
I pull up in Rolls-Royce, he in Virgil Benz
I don’t need no n—- 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
See I’m the n—- that’ll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doctor check his pulse, YSL Woody
Let’s take the party to the house, me and all the guys
We got 60 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
N—-s tryna watch me cook the food, this ain’t Benihan
Chain swinging from my neck, get her hypnotized
You would think this shit a circus act, cudi flippin’ pies
Let me know what you need, now we plugged in
I went up a level, not a 10, she not coming in
Rarri truck, Cullinan, thinkin’ fuck the Benz
Turnt up, India Love, on my bucket list
See I’m the n—- that’ll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doctor check his pulse, YSL Woody
Cuban link, diamond link, I don’t do the ropes
I got Virgil Louis on, off a Louis coat
Fuck around and take a n—- plug, I’m like louie doe
I can’t even front dog the bag, cuz he move it slow
I guess this bitch think she the catch, I don’t even need her
I never get up on one knee, I’m not Ryan Garcia
She ain’t know the doors close theyself when she hopped in the beamer
Love a bitch more than my money, I’m dying to meet her
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?
See I’m the n—- that’ll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doctor check his pulse, YSL Woody