Woodie Smalls Neighbourhood Dreams song lyrics

Oh, happy holidays to all you bitch ass niggas man

It's ya boy Woods

Shout out regulater man

Is you ready for the super today?

See me and rap, go together like fries and a steak

See my mind in the stake way far from here

I'm 'bout to go off

I swear y'all niggas ain't prepared

I'm in my room sweaty shit look like a bachelor party

You know ya boy bat it like Paul McCartney

For the niggas that've been doubting me

I'm over here like fuck an apology

You know I gotta tell my niggas what's up

To all the niggas that supporting y'all should throw it up

Bank account is looking like a stank account

Can't wait till I be staking chips

Give me the finest ride and the badest bitch

I'm talking euros, plural

And shout out to D.C.

And all the niggas on the side that couldn't see me

But I ain't even going fregus like selling the bid

And I been ditching class just to fuck this regular bitch, shit

But I ain't even gonna friend all these niggas

It's way to yes, we gon' stunt on these niggas like

Couting profit after profit

My niggas soke in money

... we gon' ride around for the money

The bitches who love the sound

I ain't stuntin'

You see them, they love me now

Aye

We gon' ride around, aye

... we gon' ride around for the money

The bitches who love the sound

I ain't stuntin'

You see them, they love me now.

Aye