Wishawoods Futuristic

[Verse 1]
Yo
This that 'I don't give a single fuck'
Tell me that my singles suck
Watch me count these dollars
Stack my chips up like a Pringles' cup
I don't have to say a word
I'll be back, I need a month
I just went to Greece, I put that chicken in that pita blunt
That's just how I wrap my food
Rap, somebody had to lose
I've been in my bag like I just got to class, you back in school
My life is a trip and there ain't nothing that I have to do
Always kept it real 'cause if I'm acting then I act a fool
Woah, who the fuck is you niggas? Ya'll new niggas
Don't dap me up, I ain't cool with ya
Know a couple people who went to school with ya
You a square homie, seen your school picture
My songs got nothing to do with ya
I'm through with ya, what you do is dodo nigga, you poop nigga
That's some funny shit, punch you in your upper lip
Dump you if you run up, who the fuck you think you fucking with?
Women call me handsome but just know it could get ugly quick
Fuck with me then ya'll retreat, it's nothing that you wanna get

[Chorus]
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from?
I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie!
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from?
I'm from the Wish-a-nigga-woods, homie!