Trap Boy Dreams The Game & Woodboy Gee

[Chorus: Woodboy Gee]
I just wanna live 'til I die, hands in the sky, doves in the sky (High)
Spend a couple M's in this life, then bust my ice, then find a wife (High, Woodboy Gee, man)

[Verse 1: Woodboy Gee]
I got me a bag, them niggas started hatin', they tried to salt my image (A bag)
Told 'em the shit I do with this apron on, this ain't no gimmick (The shit I do)
This big old chopper Silkk the Shock, you know this ain't no limit (Big old chopper)
And we'll sit your ass down if you don't stand on business (Sit your ass down)
Nigga, we ain't no easy targets, we don't stand on couches (Nah)
And we'll leave that pussy bleedin', get that bitch up outchea (It's bleedin')
And I like gettin' my money fast, don't fuck 'round with no slouches (My money)
I squeeze them out an extra zip just like Capri-Sun pouches (Squeeze)
I put that straw hat on my head like I'm in Medellín (I did)
These niggas know I damn near went fed, I'm chasin' cheddar cheese (Damn near went fed)
She know what I like, give me some head, that bitch got metal knees (Uh)
I put the pedal to the metal in shit she never seen (Pedal to the metal)
Ask about me, I been gettin' money since seventeen (Ask about me)
And plus I got my traphouse jumpin' like a trampoline (My trap)
Like a trampoline (Trap)

[Pre-Chorus: Woodboy Gee]
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