Wood Wheel

Huh

What

Smoke somethin', bitch

Smoke somethin'

I'm up early 'cause my nigga don't sell dope after nighttime

Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie, movin' dope through the pipeline

Pimp C, bitch, holla at your bitch, now your bitch on my team

Got her buyin' us sticky green, lace some with promethazine

Candy sweets, a candy bitch, you lookin' at a candy boy

I done came down Main and popped trunk, hit the switch on my candy toy

We all young ghetto boys, that's why we act this way

Tryna see a million dollars, hopin' these niggas don't blast today

Pro-smoke, pro-choke, anti-broke, conservative liberal

Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin', in criminal court, it's civil

In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries riddle

Knockin' over fat cats and gettin' my dogs some bits and kibbles

On note pads I scribble, write rippers that'll make you think

Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity, fuck it, take a drink

I fake it, blink and poof, we disappear into a shroud of doja

Cloud composures, all-nighters it's like Folger's

But, bitch, I tried to told you

Rollin' Seville (rollin' Seville), grippin' my steel (grippin' my steel)

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

Uh, sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille), house on the hill (house on the hill)

Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill)

Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

House on the hill (house on the hill), marijuana fields (marijuana fields)

Grippin' my steel, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

They tellin' me, "Bun don't go there"

But, man, I just gots to bring it

These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas but scared to sing it

They don't know what that star about

They don't know what that barre about

They don't know what that candy car about or smokin' that jar about

All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em, or what the fuck we sell 'em

Smokin' Swishers, wood grain and leavin' stains on cerebellums

Rebel 'em, propel 'em, gel 'em, from P.A. to Deep Ellum

Tell 'em I told 'em, wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em to hell to heaven

Uh, I just spent 60 G's on a brand new Eldo-reeze

Black-on-black drop top 'lac, Northstar fifth wheel on back

Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin'

Had to leave my bitch 'cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman

I love my wood wheel Grant, '84 Cadillacs that slant

Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock, blowin' on Green private stock

Bitch, I don't eat ham hock, try 20-ounce angus beef

Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggers and got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth

Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill), candy Seville (candy Seville)

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

House on the hill (house on the hill), expensive meals (expensive meals)

Countin' up my scrills, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

Comin' down so trill (comin' down so trill), nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?)

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

Grippin' the steel (grippin' the steel), nigga, I'm so real (nigga, I'm so real)

Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel

Smokin' on bionic, bubonic, chronic, it's so ironic

Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic

We crash your party, piss on your parade, sip syrup like it's lemonade

From Paris to the Palisades to the Prominade

Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day

That's the game we came to play

It don't change, ain't a thing to say

It's goin' down in the H-Town

Young player from the South 'bout to blaze a pound

Tryna find me a bop with some good mouth

I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Ain't got no time to play, girl

Let me get a little throat and some good skull

Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was

Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff?

Bitch, don't give a fuck about your man, so

Bitch try to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow

How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho?

Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go

Gettin' ready for head doctors, show shockers

Body rockers, late-night door knockers

Gotta break us off big pimpin', baby, we ho clockers

Bitch bosses, takin' no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee

Been I-T, yo, we crack a danger ray about big Pee Wee

Baby brother, Sweet James Jones, guerilla pimpin' at its finest

Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us

Touched like Midas, these bitch-ass niggas they study and bite us

Couldn't not recite us, come to our show and bitch niggas try to fight us

Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave

How the fuck you're gonna go to war when you bitch-ass niggas ain't got no cheese?

Blowin' big kill (blowin' big kill), million dollar deals (million dollar deals)

Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel

Uh, puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J

Smoke somethin', bitch