Chillin Wit My Woes lyrics

[Verse 1: Bloody!]
My bi b*tch from the town
Always tryna f*ck when I come around
The n*gga pus*y he can't come around
Spin his block, feed him a few rounds
She take out the c*ck and we go a few rounds
Yes, b*tch, I smoke out the pound
Yes, I feel like [?] the way I'm sayin' yes
If a n*gga play, he get shot in the chest
She suckin' my di*k and I'm leavin' a mess
The za wit' the grabba, it's punchin' my chest
She in love wit' me 'cause I piped it the best
I push di*k in n*ggas ho's, then I text that n*gga and I let him know
Might watch them all run up on a n*gga and point the cutter to his throat
Off that good drank wit' thе Xanax, got a n*gga really movin' slow
Run up and shoot a n*gga in the head, makе a n*gga bend over like a ho
If I pull the cash out on this b*tch, I know she gon' bend over like a ho
That b*tch might smoke on a n*gga weed, but she got the dirty lips of a ho
Make a b*tch put her lips on my di*k, she have to go do the same to my bro
I'm insane just like my bro, I'm insane if you let me know
I went insane, n*gga, punch your brain, n*gga, if you f*ckin' 'round wit' the bros
Pop me a perc, but I'm fightin' back, I'm in this b*tch, goin' toe to toe
In this b*tch goin' toe to toe wit' the opps n*ggas, finna up the score
And my white b*tch sniffed coke too hard, she damn near broke her nose
And that n*gga don't smoke like me, he smelled the za and it twist his nose
She suck di*k like a pornstar, she got a n*gga curlin' at the toes
I'm chillin', n*gga, wit' my woes
I'll die, n*gga, for my woe
I'll slide, n*gga, for my woe
I'll cry, n*gga, for my woe
For my woe, for my woes
For my woes, for my woes
[Chorus: xaversobased]
My woe, my woe
My woe, my woe
My woe, my woe
My woe, my woe
My woe, my woe
My woe, my woe
My woe, my woe

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
f*ck that b*tch, yeah, f*ck that b*tch
Pull up in that f*ckin' sh*t
f*ck that b*tch, f*ck that sh*t
Opps run down, I'ma split his wig
Had come days, yeah, I been in the crib 'cause I been feelin' sick
She told me when she smoke on that blunt she got some silly sh*t
Money on me, I get plenty, b*tch
n*ggas talkin' down, I'm sendin' sh*t
He wanna flex money, I'll take that sh*t
Her back I might break that sh*t
I'm tryna get this cake, that dip
I'm just tryna get cake, that dip
One chance, I'ma take that risk
You talkin' down, boy you's a b*tch
I be hella flexed up, woah
I be in this b*tch like woah
b*tch, I'm gettin' money and I'm f*ckin' ho's
I be gettin' checks, hella bands, I'm in the store
Walked up in the party-