Mr. Woody

(My mama said I got death on me) My eyes stressed some (and she know that) (The reason why I got this vest on me) Ayy, nigga left on me (Helluva made this beat baby) Bitch (bitch) Free the East Ayy free the East, bitch (Back to the, to the street shit) And free Skeet, bitch (back to the street shit) I ain't high bitch I'm in the city (bitch, bitch) Fuck with me (bitch, bitch, back to the street shit) Ya dig? East shit Back, back to the street shit Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit (Big 4's) 4 Gang, nigga I ain't high bitch I'm in the city Ain't into talking nigga, la-la-la Ain't been the same, bitch, since I got shot (no duh) My leg hurt, ayy, but he got dropped We got knocked Free my pop, fuck my opps Nah for real (bitch) You gon make more than the news, bitch, if you touch my watch Yelling free my uncle Nells (still out here slangin' bells) You ain't never took a life, I can tell Kana play murder in that cell Kinda shook him, need them a whoopin' Give me dub, I'll cook it (p***y) Hunnit thousand on me all blues (toolbox) Seven murders in, all hoodies Quick to top something just for looking Quick to drop something, I'm a bully Handgun chop, its a fully Old school chop, Mr. Woody (Mr. Woody nigga, y'all niggas know how we coming) Bitch don't come around asking 'bout nobody (bitch) Every nigga round me kept it solid Sands on the wood 'cause he dropped me Fucking getting mad, 'cause he had Four chops deep when we ride Big fours, bitch, you can't divide it Hustle boys, yeah I got it tatted Push his shit back 'cause he ratted Back to the street shit I was gone, now I'm back on the east bitch I ain't high bitch I'm in the city 4 Gang or no gang nigga --- Mr. Woody - 42 Dugg