YSL Woody lyrics

[Intro: Tay B]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
Alright
Huh

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Neck lit, wrist bust, get your b*tch f*cked
Grind like I ain't got sh*t, but I'm a rich f*ck
I really think my bank account growin', it got the hiccups
I really think it's funny, all my opps startin' to clique up

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, neck lit, wrist plain, get your b*tch slain
Face all on the couch, look like Rick James
Told her sign with the Mob, what's an NDA?
This a 2024, scratchin' off with the temp plates

[Verse 3: Tay B]
Like a cheatin'-ass wife, I'll hurt a man
Omarion, Marques Houston, I'll serve a man, huh
High as hell in traffic with Wham, 'bout to swerve again
I pull up in Rolls-Royce, he in Virgil Benz
Huh, yeah, I don't need no n*gga to come hold my hand
Never know what I'm thinkin', I don't show my hand
sh*t, you gon' see it when you see it, you can't know my plans
Why you keep askin' 'bout cuz? You don't know my mans
[Chorus: Tay B]
See, I'm the n*gga that'll bully all the bulliеs
Fresh as hell, Denim Tеars, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody

[Verse 4: Tay B]
Let's take the party to the house, me and all the guys
We got sixty b*tches with us, it's so many vibes
Say you love me, sh*t, I heard that sh*t so many times
I'm just tryna f*ck, I ain't tryna hear the lies
I can get 'em to your doorstep like it's Jimmy John's
n*ggas tryna watch me cook the food, this ain't Benihan'

[Verse 5: Babyface Ray]
Chain swingin' from my neck, got her hypnotized
You would think this sh*t a circus act, cuddy flippin' pies
Let me know what you need, know we plugged in
I went up a level, not a ten, she not comin' in
'Rari truck, Cullinan, thinkin' f*ck the Benz
Turnt up, India Love on my bucket list

[Chorus: Tay B]
See, I'm the n*gga that'll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody
[Verse 6: Tay B]
Cuban link, diamond link, I don't do the ropes
I got Virgil Louies on off a Louis coat
f*ck around and took a n*gga plug, I'm like Louie, though
I can't even front dog the bag 'cause he move it slow
Guess this b*tch think she the catch, I don't even need her
I'll never get up on one knee, I'm not Ron Garcia
She ain't know the doors close theyself when she hopped in the Bimmer
Love a b*tch more than my money, I'm dyin' to meet her

[Verse 7: Babyface Ray]
Geeked up, I hit the jeweler for some Aquafina
Spanish ting speak no English, call her mamacita
Took the drank and made a slush, look like a margarita
I used to move the bag, now I'm the bag, who wanna buy a feature?

[Chorus: Tay B]
See, I'm the n*gga that'll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody