Wishawoods

Yo

This that 'I don't give a single fuck

Tell me that my singles suck

Watch me count these dollars

Stack my chips up like a Pringles' cup

I don't have to say a word

I'll be back, I need a month

I just went to Greece, I put that chicken in that pita blunt

That's just how I wrap my food

Rap, somebody had to lose

I've been in my bag like I just got to classroom back in school

My life is a trip and there ain't nothing that I have to do

Always kept it real 'cause if I'm acting then I act a fool

Woah, who the fuck is you niggas?

Ya'll new niggas

Don't dap me up, I ain't cool with ya

Know a couple people who went to school with ya

You a square homie, seen your school picture

My songs got nothing to do with ya

I'm through with ya, what you do is doo doo nigga, you poop nigga

That's some funny shit, punch you in your upper lip

Dump you if you run up, who the fuck you think you fucking with?

Women call me handsome but just know it could get ugly quick

Call up me they all retreat, it's nothing that you wanna get

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from?

I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from?

I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie

Yo

It's that 'I don't give a single shit

Hatin' on me? Eat a dick

Watch me get this money, scoop this cheese like a Tostitos chip

I've been getting high, when I go by then you should read a blimp

Stop at the Hibachi, get the lobster and I leave the shrimp

Been a pimp, I'm dressed in pink

Down the bottle, left the drink

Cookin' crack like it's a trap

I used to make dope out of sink

Studio on tiled floor

That Reaver was my recipe

They miss with me, they rest in peace

You might as well just let me be

Wait, who the fuck ya'll lame niggas?

All the same niggas, for the fame niggas

Can't hang with ya

Know people used to play in a gang with ya

Not a fan, I don't play games with 'em

You a little guy, I can't bang with ya

You can talk it loud, tryin' to shine on 'em

Leave the club and someone took a chain from ya

Yo, that's some funny shit

I be getting money quick

I don't check my bank account

I know that it's coming in

Take my girl on private jets

Mile high, she's loving it

Don't come near my family

'Cause I make her cum, then come again

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from?

I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from?

I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie