Fat Wood

Aye aye 22 aye
Fat wood wit the lumps, aye shopping for the dumps
Out his neck man I know that boy a punk aye thought she was the

Fat wood with the lumps Mari shopping for the dumps
He just talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk
The way she gave me head man I thought she was the one
In the car with a K I ain't never had a pump
Aim it out the window, I ain't gotta hit the trunk

I woke up to get money you woke up to be a bum
Millionaire mindset cause I know I'm worth sum
Decline a bitch call she just probably want sum
If niggas think they slick
Man it's cool we gon' trim in the streets
With the kids hooping in my Ralph Simmons

When I was they age I had looked up to the dealer
Niggas on street spins coming through the hood trippin'
Could've looked up to the doctor
Shit but that ain't what I'm seeing
All I see is hand to hands a lot of money in there reeking

A lot of niggas fake and you ain't real I can see it
I like bougie bitches yeah the ones who conceded
I'm tryna see what's better baby you or the juice
I thought I wanted you but I ain't see the whole crew
They don't know about them struggles you not pieced like my boo

When she give it to me Ima treat it like a deuce
Meir smoking moon rock I'm so high it ain't cool
Big Wam-Bam if you try a true fool
My dog with me on it but I told him play it cool
Perc playing with my mood I was cool now I'm rude

Fat wood with the lumps Mari shopping for the dumps
He just talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk
The way she gave me head man I thought she was the one
In the car with a K I ain't never had a pump
Aim it out the window I ain't gotta hit the trunk
I woke up to get money you woke up to be a bum
Millionaire mindset cause I know I'm worth sum
Decline a bitch call she just probably want sum

I'm a star and point guard you not even six-man
Boy don't try to mug me you better hold yo bitch hand
Boy don't throw yo life away trying to make some quick bands
I'm watching Elmo wit Cam counting some quick bands
It's fresh out the fridge dig it in some quicksand
My boy play with drums like he in a rock band
When she get on top she gon' hold on my hands

If you get the safe code can you not steal my bands
Met her walking out of Gucci but I come to think she knew me
When she walked away from me she was hooded down in Louie
Soon as I walked down I was staring at her booty
My nigga call with the juicy Kush bring it to me

I was fucking with yo bitch but that hoe a bad habit
She ain't hold the door for me man this bitch got no manners
Smoking good cookie while I'm all up in traffic
I feel disrespect and its gonna be all action

Fat wood with the lumps, shopping for the dumps
Talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk
The way she gave me man I thought she was the one
Aye, I ain't never had a
Hit the trunk, aye you woke up to be a bum
Worth sum, aye she just probably want sum