Woods Tory Lanez

[Intro]
Think y'all niggas know what it is
We all the way live
Shout out to my bitches that do the postal, yeah

[Chorus]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screamin', "Ay"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that dodi in the bushes
I heard the feds were lookin' for me, got to book it
I know you're sellin' but you need to cut the price
I get that pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got that A1 perico
Connect and I call me a Hector
I got ones that want the wholesale
I got ones that want the sectors
I got love for all my niggas
That'll come around and break it down in sections
Funny all these niggas pussy
Only time I'm walkin', I don't need protection
I got a check on me right now
My ring lookin' like a lighthouse
All of them bitches you seen on their Instagram flexin'
Be fuckin' at my house
Trappin' all out of the B
Play Picasso on the beat
Niggas pissy just to get me out
They know it's 50 thousand for the feat, sheesh
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout this chick that I got
I'ma buy her new Céline if she keeps mixin' my pot
She stay all up in the kitchen in that trap, in the B
She don't twerk but with that work I swear that ass is a beast