My Woes Songtext
Sosa baby, GBE baby
That Boy Cass
Suitcase with mac in it, bag with some racks in it
Put the two-door up, now Im back in it
Got your bitch back-bendin
She gon put her back in it
Engine in the back business
Now I live by cactus's
Running through the street, me and my woes
That Boy Cass
Suitcase with mac in it, bag with some racks in it
Put the two-door up, now Im back in it
Got your bitch back-bendin
She gon put her back in it
Engine in the back business
Now I live by cactus's
Running through the street, me and my woes
Can’t do anything to stop me and my folks
Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
Niggas know me in the streets
Niggas know I pop heat
Dont believe word of mouth, you can check my rapsheet
Gettin miked in Miami, ridin on the jetskis
They gon bleed for the sharks fore I let em catch me
In this Fendi lookin like fool
Shining yellow like jewels
Pouring up that dirty tec
Speeding made a fuckin mess
Treat her more love her less
[?] it game of fuckin catch
These Balmains got a little stretch, pockets got a bunch of cash
Im floatin like Aladdin, running it up like amen
Hit the stores cashing, cause I like high fashion
Just bought a new bag and it can fit a mac-10 You run out of time on this bomb we start blastin
(Case, mac) Running through the street, me and my woes (Bag, racks)
Can't do anything to stop me and my folks (Two-door, now Im back in it) (Back in it)
Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
Count my money up front, I don't do no back handing
Packs landing
In Saks, racks spending
I dont do no pan-handling
Your man fanning, your girl staring
Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
(Case, mac) Running through the street, me and my woes (Bag, racks)
Can’t do anything to stop me and my folks (Two-door, now Im back in it) (Back in it)
Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
Count my money up front, I don't do no back handing
Packs landing
In Saks, racks spending
I dont do no pan-handling
Your man fanning, your girl staring
Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
Niggas know me in the streets
Niggas know I pop heat
Dont believe word of mouth, you can check my rapsheet
Gettin miked in Miami, ridin on the jetskis
They gon bleed for the sharks fore I let em catch me
In this Fendi lookin like fool
Shining yellow like jewels
Pouring up that dirty tec
Speeding made a fuckin mess
Treat her more love her less
[?] it game of fuckin catch
These Balmains got a little stretch, pockets got a bunch of cash
Im floatin like Aladdin, running it up like amen
Hit the stores cashing, cause I like high fashion
Just bought a new bag and it can fit a mac-10 You run out of time on this bomb we start blastin
(Case, mac) Running through the street, me and my woes (Bag, racks)
Can't do anything to stop me and my folks (Two-door, now Im back in it) (Back in it)
Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
Count my money up front, I don't do no back handing
Packs landing
In Saks, racks spending
I dont do no pan-handling
Your man fanning, your girl staring
Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
(Case, mac) Running through the street, me and my woes (Bag, racks)
Can’t do anything to stop me and my folks (Two-door, now Im back in it) (Back in it)
Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
Count my money up front, I don't do no back handing
Packs landing
In Saks, racks spending
I dont do no pan-handling
Your man fanning, your girl staring
Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
