Tee-WaTT - Woody lyrics

Leanarachi Man [Hook] (x2) Smoking all on the woodies Strapped up like Woody Test me I wouldn't Finesse me you couldn't (x3) [Verse 1: Big Leano] I don't got time for no allegations With the margielas made of alligators My cup dirty like the f**ing payment You won't see my a** if you won't f**ing pay me Need a front, well n***a save it Only serve white like a n***a racist My girl a villain, she just eat the babies ‘Cause a n***a cakey If a girl got the cake Then I make her shake it You be taxing too much so my n***as take it Might f** a b**h just by mistaken She just talk too much like Ricky [?] Y'all don't really sell, y'all n***as fake it She eat me up ‘cause I got the bacon I am a rasta, I ain't Jamaican n***as run in your home like the movie Taken Smoke and k** that undertaker Won't say we flex, no understatements I'll spark fire just like a caveman I'm smoking gas in the f**ing Caymans So much food, my n***as spray it Ball on these n***as without aiming And that goes without saying f**ed a b**h without saving Yo [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Big Leano] I make her eat me like pudding One hand on the pack One hand on the bosom You tryna flex, but you shouldn't I see flaws in your hoodlums I see money in my pocket Don't like your plug I might mush him He a lame, I might cook him You just loyal for some p**y They all lying like cookie I pull up without looking Weed hairy like wookiees f** the jake they crooked They ain't never gonna book me Look at my margiela walk f** on my b**h while she cooking Whip my wrist till it lock Y'all boys p**y footing What you know about pushing? f**ing a b**h from Brooklyn Boyo got treated like a woman I'm a boss not a footman Hol Up, Hol Up, Hol Up [Hook] (x2)