"The Wood" lyrics
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
I treat my opps like shit, if I don't got a gun, a nigga get flushed
She postin' pics to all of my songs, I told that bitch, "Don't make me blush"
I left my gun in the house, I'm still not lackin', DThang in the cut
.45 hit him, he got back up, that nigga thought he'll got hit by a truck
What's up with the gang-gang? Shit changed, we turnt so everything good
He say he ten toes down, I don't give no fuck, buddy ass get left where he stood
26-12, fuck you, free the troops, I ain't gotta explain what been understood
A drac' in his face, name one nigga that's gon' play, we safe, we the ones with the wood
I don't wanna do no songs for free, throw that shit right in the trash
One nigga got caught shakin' his peach outside, and got shot right in the ass
Run up on your car, if I run outta bullets, I'm throwin' the Drac' through the glass
These hoes say they ain't fuckin' for free, whole time they'll fuck for a Baja Blast
I never beef with bro 'bout a ho, this life 'bout sex and money
You ever seen a eat that ain't got no teeth? We call that a nasty gummy
I never ran from shit, but if I must get away, I'ma hop like a bunny
She just said she home alone, I smiled and said, "Oh, honey, I'm comin'"
#BigPills, that X, I'm on that shit still
They chasin' it with us, don't be surprised when they get killed
I mean what I said, get the fuck on with all that deaf shit
Been fuckin' niggas baby mamas, make 'em feed me breast milk
Catch a opp, we smokin' him, toast the bread, we stand over him
The opps and all they friends are going to die, I wouldn't get close to them
His homie died, we trollin' him, ain't slide, but they keep postin' him
You want to be a doctor, bitch? I wanted to be Sosa'nem (Bang, bang)
My opps shitty, don't got a gun, a nigga get flushed
She postin' pics to all of my songs, I told that bitch, "Don't make me blush"
I left my gun in the house, I'm still not lackin', DThang in the cut
The .45 hit him, he got back up, that nigga thought he'll got hit by a truck
What's up with the gang-gang? Shit changed, we turnt so everything good
He say he ten toes down, I don't give no fuck, buddy ass get left where he stood
26-12, fuck you, free the troops, I ain't gotta explain what been understood
A drac' in his face, name one nigga that's gon' play, we safe, we the ones with the wood
I say, my bitch bad, but your bitch better
They [?] for what I'm goin', they should be writing her ass a "Thank You" letter
All my hoes in check, why the fuck my didn't bring me cheddar?
You can't fight, so you went and bought you a gun, that ain't gon' make shit better, slatt
Can't hit all you hoes at once, slow your roll, one ho at a time
Screamin' "Slatt," all through the 'Raq, nigga, I'm King Tut, everything I touch turn slime
Check them numbers, they say they up on who? Ain't nobody touch one of mine
This ho ugly and her friend bad, they both wanna fuck, a dub and a dime
Stopped rappin' and made it again, they heard that hot shit and played it again
Was stuck on lean, and then I stopped, next thing you know, I was faded again
Gave him his gun back, take it again, stopped fuckin' that bitch, start bakin' her friend
Every time he leave for work, I hit her, he came back home and ate it again
That shit nasty as hell, big BabyChief, my name ring bells
If you ever laugh at a homeless person, I want you to know you goin' to hell
Most of the opps not hard to find, all I gotta say is, "It's drugs for sale"
A few niggas had the chance to put me down, but each time they ass failed
Slatt, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Free the troops, free the troops, we the troops
Niggas wanna be the troops, these hoes wanna meet the troops
Cops wish they could treat the troops, nigga, slatt
I treat my opps like shit, if I don't got a gun, a nigga get flushed
She postin' pics to all of my songs, I told that bitch, "Don't make me blush"
I left my gun in the house, I'm still not lackin', DThang in the cut
.45 hit him, he got back up, that nigga thought he'll got hit by a truck
What's up with the gang-gang? Shit changed, we turnt so everything good
He say he ten toes down, I don't give no fuck, buddy ass get left where he stood
26-12, fuck you, free the troops, I ain't gotta explain what been understood
A drac' in his face, name one nigga that's gon' play, we safe, we the ones with the wood
I don't wanna do no songs for free, throw that shit right in the trash
One nigga got caught shakin' his peach outside, and got shot right in the ass
Run up on your car, if I run outta bullets, I'm throwin' the Drac' through the glass
These hoes say they ain't fuckin' for free, whole time they'll fuck for a Baja Blast
I never beef with bro 'bout a ho, this life 'bout sex and money
You ever seen a eat that ain't got no teeth? We call that a nasty gummy
I never ran from shit, but if I must get away, I'ma hop like a bunny
She just said she home alone, I smiled and said, "Oh, honey, I'm comin'"
#BigPills, that X, I'm on that shit still
They chasin' it with us, don't be surprised when they get killed
I mean what I said, get the fuck on with all that deaf shit
Been fuckin' niggas baby mamas, make 'em feed me breast milk
Catch a opp, we smokin' him, toast the bread, we stand over him
The opps and all they friends are going to die, I wouldn't get close to them
His homie died, we trollin' him, ain't slide, but they keep postin' him
You want to be a doctor, bitch? I wanted to be Sosa'nem (Bang, bang)
My opps shitty, don't got a gun, a nigga get flushed
She postin' pics to all of my songs, I told that bitch, "Don't make me blush"
I left my gun in the house, I'm still not lackin', DThang in the cut
The .45 hit him, he got back up, that nigga thought he'll got hit by a truck
What's up with the gang-gang? Shit changed, we turnt so everything good
He say he ten toes down, I don't give no fuck, buddy ass get left where he stood
26-12, fuck you, free the troops, I ain't gotta explain what been understood
A drac' in his face, name one nigga that's gon' play, we safe, we the ones with the wood
I say, my bitch bad, but your bitch better
They [?] for what I'm goin', they should be writing her ass a "Thank You" letter
All my hoes in check, why the fuck my didn't bring me cheddar?
You can't fight, so you went and bought you a gun, that ain't gon' make shit better, slatt
Can't hit all you hoes at once, slow your roll, one ho at a time
Screamin' "Slatt," all through the 'Raq, nigga, I'm King Tut, everything I touch turn slime
Check them numbers, they say they up on who? Ain't nobody touch one of mine
This ho ugly and her friend bad, they both wanna fuck, a dub and a dime
Stopped rappin' and made it again, they heard that hot shit and played it again
Was stuck on lean, and then I stopped, next thing you know, I was faded again
Gave him his gun back, take it again, stopped fuckin' that bitch, start bakin' her friend
Every time he leave for work, I hit her, he came back home and ate it again
That shit nasty as hell, big BabyChief, my name ring bells
If you ever laugh at a homeless person, I want you to know you goin' to hell
Most of the opps not hard to find, all I gotta say is, "It's drugs for sale"
A few niggas had the chance to put me down, but each time they ass failed
Slatt, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Free the troops, free the troops, we the troops
Niggas wanna be the troops, these hoes wanna meet the troops
Cops wish they could treat the troops, nigga, slatt
