Momma Can U Roll My Woods?

[Intro]
My momma rolled my Backwoods today
No respect
Military Taliban type shit

[Chorus]
I got Glocks, I got semis, I got bricks (Okay), I got plenty
I got Glocks, I got semis, pull up on me, bitch, we ready (Uh-huh)
I got Glocks, I got semis, Gucci socks, no Buscemi
I got Glocks, I got semis, pull up on me, bitch, we ready (Uh-huh)

[Verse]
I got the Glock on the shelf now
My diamonds wet like a well now
Pussy lil' bitch gon' back down
Let's go to war, we don't let down
Visit the woods, we gon' bang out
Thirty-two shots to yo' crib like it's takeout
And she gon' suck on my dick when I swing out
Soft lil' nigga get banged out
She countin' the costs, no, we ain't up to no good
No, we ain't leavin' the hood (Pow-pow-pow)
Momma, she know, momma, she know we ain't good
Momma, she roll up my 'Woods
I get it done, I get the bank fasho
Inside the crib, smokin' dope
I'm on a roll, I wanna kill in a row
I'm wanna kill in a store
Really ain't need me a gun, aim at a body for fun
Raised by the sharks and you niggas is food
You ain't no bully, I swing at yo' crew, bitch
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
I'm from the woods and I'm never gon' leave
My bitch a killa', she rip out a weave
Born to kill niggas, I'on know how to read
Zip tie a ho, keep that bitch on a leash (Uh)

[Interlude]
Yeah, [?]

[Chorus]
I got Glocks, I got semis, I got bricks, I got plenty (Yeah)
I got Glocks, I got semis, pull up on me, bitch, we ready (Uh-huh)
I got Glocks, I got semis, Gucci socks, no Buscemi (Yeah)
I got Glocks, I got semis, pull up on me, bitch, we ready (Whoa)

[Outro]
Uh-huh