Shon Plant - Woodi Lyrics

Roll my swisher up with butter, lace and lock itBitch we lock and loadComing out with Rockets, fill them pocketsBitch we ready to goCame and fold, laundry matted bitchesShe ain't got no toesRaining hoes, I ain't got my bittyImma borrow yoursCardio, It's Carti on my tint like, eye gone bat to hoesShop N' Go, boy best go dump your cartNo we don't swap no O'sIt's Fabio, I'm smoking, toss my shit I'm bout to pop on hoesPop me' O', I roll up out a zipMy wood gone chop on yo'sIt's obvi, no cop pleaseYo window shopper, get the fuckKnow I be, on top tree'sYo pillow toppers in my truckI smoke on gas, I sell them midsThem prices, out the Astra'I'm fucking on that bitch, she hit that shitSing laffy taffyMaybe Abby, hit up Gabby, maybe Ashley, maybе MegGot a rolodex of Polar hoes, my gamе gone sprain my legWatched feds, popping medsDone whatever, just to seen that lightHeard about that shroom, they mix with HennyI think I probably mightI probably fight, no Kev won't short my medSo I'm goin run it backHow they seen that kid, go fire birdsI don't work for PontiacI prolly slack, behind you bitchesProlly whack, it prolly fatProlly smack, pat, pat, pat, patKnow she gone call me back, I'm busy thoughI don't know no Pidgeon hoesI'm smashing on centerfolds, I got got plenty hoesSo I can't answer yoursCan't answer no question bout no hoe I'm smashing onYou ain't got no bitch, I got bitchesBitch, I'm flashing on em'I'm flashin on, flashin on, flashin on this bitchI got fashion on these bitches, I'm too flashy ion got riches----Roll my swisher up with butter, lace and lock itBitch we lock and loadComing out with Rockets, fill them pocketsBitch we ready to goCame and fold, laundry matted bitchesShe ain't got no toesRaining hoes, I ain't got my bittiImma borrow yoursCardio, Carti on my tint like, eye gon bat to hoes