Neck of the Woods lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, I can't—
Go, woah, oh
Woah, woah (PBell)
Woah, woah, bring that now
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
I been trappin' all my life, I can't do no CPN
Lil' b*tch got them pliers gripper, only right I leave it in
Lil' b*tch make my legs crippled, it's only right you meet my friends
Know that pus*y good if I act like, "Ooh," when I stick it in
In my neck of the woods, we out here trappin' bubbas and blue fin
f*cked the b*tch on a Monday, Tuesday I was movin' in
Told that b*tch she better spit, I'll go use some lubricant
Stupid b*tch, she tryna milk me, told the b*tch I ain't got no wig

[Verse]
See your opp out anywhere, better hit him up in his sh*t
If you ever get a chance, you better f*ck a n*gga b*tch
If you ever gеt a chance, you better takе a n*gga sh*t
If you ain't never shot you a blick, you better go swing you a stick
I don't know, I don't think none of these pus*y n*ggas ain't sh*t
sh*t, my lifestyle was more litter when I was trappin' up in the bricks
Back when everybody had a glizzy, ain't nobody have a switch
Back when the hoes wasn't f*ckin' for the money, damn, that sh*t was lit
Pipe her up, take her to Joseph, buy a chain, pop her sh*t
b*tch, I eat at Finga Licking, I don't eat at fish and chips
Take her home, get Peter rolled, talkin' rollie-poled the b*tch
All these n*ggas got white diamonds, had to rose-gold my wrist
Had to Range Rove' my b*tch
New ice up on the way, I had to Frozone that b*tch
My youngins'll sell your body, he go lost soul with the stick
Know how to touch her body, I go DJ on the clit
I go turntables on her, hit that err, then make her spit
If I ain't in the studio, n*gga, I'm thuggin' up in the trench
If that b*tch keep breakin' up with me, that mean that sh*t ain't meant
I could lead you to the water, but b*tch, I can't thirst your quench
These b*tches ain't good for sh*t
[Chorus]
I been trappin' all my life, I can't do no CPN
Lil' b*tch got them pliers gripper, only right I leave it in
Lil' b*tch make my legs crippled, it's only right you meet my friends
Know that pus*y good if I act like, "Ooh," when I stick it in
In my neck of the woods, we out here trappin' bubbas and blue fin
f*cked the b*tch on a Monday, Tuesday I was movin' in
Told that b*tch she better spit, I'll go use some lubricant
Stupid b*tch, she tryna milk me, told the b*tch I ain't got no wig