H∧L - BachWood

I got dreams of driving maybachs while I smoke a wood
Get my dream car Maybach
Rip it through my hood
Product of my city never up to no good
Tryna get a Maybach
I'ma take it way back
Disrespecting me
Then you claim you never say that
Rollin' up a whiskey wood
While your girl licking' my wood
Thinking 10 steps ahead
Really recommend you should
Life is like chess
This game ain't checkers, Nah
Nike on my toes dawg
These shoes aint no sketchers, Nah
Always grinding mothafucka
Yeah I'm getting better
Hot day pull up on ya
Super soaker and I'll wet ya
But I'm talking water guns
'Cause I'm tired of seeing glocks
Brown on brown violence
Putting families through shock
Shit gets real
Need some more ciroc
On the rocks
No chase, Hey
To the face, Yeah
Then I spark, Yeah
And I blaze, What
2 teens got murked
Never knew 'em But it hurt
It was so fuckin' sad
Mommas bout to go mad
Same year a kid went missing, Yeah
Satan's snakes are hissing
Found his body one week later dawg
In his own trunk
Couple nights 'fore he went missing dawg
I knew I wasn't just drunk
Read the article and recognized the car which he got dumped
He was at that party bus, For real
Smokin' with us
Man he was a nice kid
He just tried to front
Too hard tried to ball, Ball
Way too fast, Fast
Stacking dirty cash
He knew it didn't last
Man that's what I hate bout Surrey
Kids are dying in a hurry
Think they shooters like they curry
Then get iced like mcflurry's, Burrr
Takin' em shots marc-andre fleury
Sprayin' mace vision blurry
Steel baton cause injury
16 years old up against juries
Still they lucky
Their buddy just got buried
Now their grandparents forced to hustle
Picking on blueberries, Think about that shit
Dawg don't end up like the rest
Don't make your own family come lay yo ass to rest
Put a 'rari into stocks
Might just come back as Bugatti
'Member when my bike got stolen
Just for that I need ducati's, Bitch
Dreams of a Maybach while I smoke a wood
I got dreams of driving maybachs while I'm smokin' a wood
Take a chrome rimmed Maybach
Whip it 'till the rims are black
Donuts through my culdesac
Holy shit I almost crashed
Tryna give you game
Don't be a fucking bitch
Tryna catch some fame but my main goal is rich, Rich
Tryna get legendary status added to my name
Man this Maybach too big can't fit it in my own lane
Gonna drop the mic I'm going with a big bang
Like I made the universe make philosophers say dang
Thinking of a V8
Drop the top off the stang, Vroom vroom
Might not be affiliated but I still rep the gang
Gang gang gang
Ohhh shit
God damn
I just killed this fuckin' beat
Rest in peace
I'm gone
Yeah
Westside
The best side
You better hide
Hey hey
Hey hey, Hustle
Hey hey
Hey hey, Hustle
Hey hey
Hey, Hustle hustle hustle hustle
Woo

Written by:
Harman Ladher

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