Woodah - Home Improvement

Compton hoodie on
I'm trapping out the Monte Carlo
Line these niggas up
And have em looking like a barcode
Give it to you now
Cause I ain't coming back tomorrow
Niggas flashing bags
So my niggas carry cargo
Saw it raining on my birthday
Like my zodiac a taro (taurus)
And she on my like she thirsty
So I give her some to swallow
Every time I drop this sick shit
It spread like mono
Got more juice than OJ
Catch me jumping out the bronco
On the street like rip sticks
I'm to the point like Rondo
Born with the drip
Momma must of been a poncho
Got my hard bottoms till I make it to the top tho
Getting better daily they been hoping that I stop tho

Like as if you was on my team
You ain't really competition
Nigga listen
Back In the game I'm winning missions
Now momma grinning
And Shorties tag me like I'm trending
Performing under pressure
I ain't folding bitch I'm bending
My baby sent from heaven but when I see her we sinning
Couldn't afford leathers Had hand me downs for the linens
Sending Purple Hearts but I ain't make it to my pinning
Pockets gaining weight I'm not surprised I never fit in

Written by:
William Comer

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