tay b – 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 h+ll 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 h+ll, 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 h+ll, 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 h+ll, denim tears, ysl hoodie
he survived from the semi, died from the fully
tell the doc to check his pulse, ysl woody
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