Icky Woods Alex Wiley (Ft. Action Bronson)

[Verse 1 - Alex Wiley]
I came through with the weed
Eighth in the wood
My niggas was fried
My hoes, they do drugs
My niggas is thugs
All my villagers ride
Getting paper
Now the bitches say he full of surprises
And they thinkin' it's time
To go and drop a ?
On thirty sluts and thirty doves
To fly on my arrival
You niggas pressed, you niggas pressed the squad eatin falafels
The book of my life is gonna outsell the Bible
I do this shit with my eyes closed
My dick is fucking colossal
Caught me fuckin' a fossil
Niggas talkin' that tough shit
Niggas so fuckin' docile
All my sessions is closed
Like standin' eatin' in the kitchen
I'm standing next to the stove
And through all the pressure to fold
My necklace is gold, my necklace is gold
I take this city with me, baby
I'm reppin' the 'Go
So I don't give a motherfuck about it
I'm a motherfucking problem
And your hoes' got the mileage of a 74