Wood Worm

Your girls a hoe and you should notice
She got her cans out begging like she homeless
You need to pay dues this a notice
Mic feeling like ice, I'm the coldest

You're just a bunch of fucking worms on my wood
Tryna replicate my shit, you never could
TMG bring the heat
All you other rappers weep
Spittin' tough, but that shit put me to sleep, mothafucka

Y'all wanna see the reps like the gloves off
Y'all think a milli would be like but nah
He molotov
They feelin' like I'm mad as psychic
Cuz they focus off
I see you counting dirty money
Boy it's really washed
You hear the pipe dawns when I wipe
Sneak traumas gettin' hyped,
Cuz you wanna blow pipe,
Keep my hand tight
On a bag
With some shit I never had
There is nothin' that can keep me back



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Spach, Noel Millar
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