3.5 to the brain
You never heard of this strain
And I can barely say the name
Move up out my way
Do what lil wood say
I get paid everyday
Give a f*ck what you say
Lil wood I stay in my lane
Get up out my face
She give me brain
No I've been thinking
She tired of the weed stinkin
I said bitch you geekin
You can't stay for the weekend
You been on yo tweaking shit
I've been doing my thing n shit
Why you geekin so much
I hate that shit so much
Make me wanna break up
Tryna stack this cake up
I'm really bout some paypa (paper)
And id really hate to be ya (you)
Yo gas tank on e what you flexing for
Who you tryna be
Who you
Who you tryna be
You didn't come up out the b
Lil wood chillin smoking tree
Who you really tryna be
Gas in my leaf
Bitch I'ma need the whole tree
I be Smoking like the chief
Gucci boxers no briefs
Them boys some thief's
I'm not into that beef
But if ima have to go
I'm going show em beast ,, mode
Ima do this shit my way
Getting head flying down the highway
180 in a i8
Everything going be alright
Everything going to be okay
Head back feet up the beach
Is where I like to stay
Before I sleep I always pray