Song Lyrics

(My mama said I got death on me)
My eyes stressed some (and she know that)
(The reason why I got this vest on me)
Ayy, nigga left on me (Helluva made this beat baby)

Bitch (bitch)
Free the East
Ayy free the East, bitch
(Back to the, to the street shit)
And free Skeet, bitch (back to the street shit)
I ain't high bitch I'm in the city (bitch, bitch)
F*ck with me (bitch, bitch, back to the street shit)
Ya dig?
East shit
Back, back to the street shit
Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit (Big 4's)
4 Gang, nigga
I ain't high bitch I'm in the city

Ain't into talking nigga, la-la-la
Ain't been the same, bitch, since I got shot (no duh)
My leg hurt, ayy, but he got dropped
We got knocked
Free my pop, f*ck my opps

Nah for real (bitch)
You gon make more than the news, bitch, if you touch my watch
Yelling free my uncle Nells (still out here slangin' bells)
You ain't never took a life, I can tell
Kana play murder in that cell
Kinda shook him, need them a whoopin'
Give me dub, I'll cook it (pussy)
Hunnit thousand on me all blues (toolbox)
Seven murders in, all hoodies
Quick to top something just for looking
Quick to drop something, I'm a bully
Handgun chop, its a fully
Old school chop, Mr. Woody
(Mr. Woody nigga, y'all niggas know how we coming)
Bitch don't come around asking 'bout nobody (bitch)
Every nigga round me kept it solid

Sands on the wood 'cause he dropped me
Fucking getting mad, 'cause he had
Four chops deep when we ride
Big fours, bitch, you can't divide it
Hustle boys, yeah I got it tatted
Push his shit back 'cause he ratted
Back to the street shit
I was gone, now I'm back on the east bitch
I ain't high bitch I'm in the city

4 Gang or no gang nigga

Dion Hayes

The duration of Mr. Woody is 1:39 minutes and seconds.