Flako - Woody

(You know what we do, ay, ay, ay, ay, gang)

We pull up we make it a scene
All iced out and sippin' on lean
I do not fuck with your team
I just want neck in the back of the beam

Yeah you'll never see me hide
I got the shooters you know we gon' slide
Puffin' on gas we all gonna fly
Blow out the clouds now we up in the sky

Spent over a rack on my hoodie
All these bitches be asking for Woody
Live in the trap
Backwood wrap
Smokin on luxury, fuckin your main biddy

Party going up
Cause the trap never die
We getting lit and she grab on my thigh
We be vibin', been gettin' high
It ain't over when the red and blue shine

All up in the trap house
Preachin the paper
We let the bands flow
You pick them later
You acting friendly
We know you a hater
Two right to the dome and I'll wipe you up later

Gas what I smoke
Ice keep me froze
I just hit a lick
And she wiping on her nose
Acting freaky
But I don't even know 'er
Getting kinda lazy
I'll call when it's over

We pull up we make it a scene
All iced out and sippin' on lean
I do not fuck with your team
I just want neck in the back of the beam

Yeah you'll never see me hide
I got the shooters and you know we gon slide
Puffin on gas we all gonna fly
Blow out the clouds we now we up in the sky

(We up in the, we up in the sky)

Up in the sky it's like I don't even try
This lean make me dizzy I can't even lie
She want me to zoom but I can't even drive
Bitch what you want? This shit still live

Fucked up on canna
Bad hoes from Havana
She callin' my phone I don't even answer
She swallow and said that I'm sweet like a rancher

Bitches be crazy
Got the bills like I'm JZ
She givin' me top
Then askin' to pay me
My lifestyle is crazy
Whip zooming past 80

She fuck with my flow
She asking for babies
I'll charge like a ram
Cause that's what I rep
LA is the city
I can't even cap
Bitch stop what your doing
And throw that ass back

We pull up we make it a scene
All iced out and sippin' on lean
I do not fuck with your team
I just want neck in the back of the beam

Yeah you'll never see me hide
I got the shooters and you know we gon slide
Puffin on gas we all gonna fly
Blow out the clouds we now we up in the sky

Spent over a rack on my hoodie
All of these bitches be asking for Woody
Live in the trap
Backwood wrap
Smokin on luxury, fuckin your main biddy

Party going up
Cause the trap never die
We getting lit and she grab on my thigh
We be vibin', been gettin' high
It ain't over when the red and blue shine

This shit got me dizzy
I stare at her behind
I'm trynna fuck
I didn't come to waste time
She dressed in Adidas
She fiending for lines
She filled with the cake as she making some pies

Preach Fetty wap
When she walk past, rewind
Like Lamar Jackson
I'm just in my prime
If she a nine
I can't waste my time
Just like his throws
I'm getting them dimes

(Wait What you say, what my ex be doing?)

Ex always be texting my phone
You already know I'm stuck in her dome

She said she feeling alone
That's not my problem cause I'm smashin' all these other hoes

She trynna hit on the bros
Nobody wants her, ya can't trust a hoe

We pull up we make it a scene
All iced out and sippin' on lean
I do not fuck with your team
I just want neck in the back of the beam

Yeah you'll never see me hide
I got the shooters and you know we gon slide
Puffin on gas we all gonna fly
Blow out the clouds we now we up in the sky

Written by:
Wyatt Flake

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