Woes - Villain Freestyle Lyrics

I need the files filled up before I leave session
In the crib, drugged up, I got some bitches I've been textin'
My cousin nem' got wockiana ain't never been to Texas
Five thousand on some Robin jeans, okay today I'm flexin
Today, I'm gettin' my blessings, right
These niggas be fake' like moissanite
Double cup sippin I'ma need me some ice
Aye, I lived to be the villain, I ain't put up a fight
Everything that I'ma do is right by you
Got packs in the boat they came from Thailand
Growin' up, wanna be John Gotti, lookin' up to niggas like Saint Pablo
This week, I might cop the Rarri next month I might cop the Lambo
Whole lotta racks compound lookin' like Camp Lazlo
Getting way too much money, I'm too much to handle
Last night, f*cked a random bitch, now I'm in the booth, just sayin' some shit
Most these niggas couldn't even imagine this
Now I got to ship it off fast, I don't even want the brick
In the studio, I'm makin' these hits
We got Chef Woes cookin' this shit, in the studio high as a bitch,
I'ma double cup all my problems, I don't feel like ballin' my fist
I don't feel like changin' my fit today
I might mix the dope with the Minute Maid
I might take it back to 7th grade when I walked around with a bankroll
Nowadays it's debit or credit, I don't give a f*ck about pesos
Thank God I dodged that case, we got that shit closed
This lil' bitch all in my face, she want some Ricky O's
I got black, I got white, what you want? I got Oreos
Forty thousand, every month, just to replace the pillows
I'm in the hills on my fifth blunt, nigga, I don't know this zip code
Aye, nigga, I don't know this zip code
Aye, nigga, I don't know this zip code