Lyrics Back on Pills - Woo$kee

Man
This beat slight work

Shordy love to stare
Had to ask her if her eyes work

Guns in the air
Stand aside
Or you die first

Mama OG
Said I'm shooting
Over my purse

It's true
They really call me woo

Really got the cookie
And I really got the glue

Never plan my day
Never knowing what to do

Don't hit me in the morning
Tryn figure out a move

I'm tryn race my clock
Bitches on dick
Tryna chase my cock
I make money
But I'm really tryna make a lot
She say I know you gotta girl
I'm tryn take her spot

Damn

These hoes ain't got no sense
Can't spare no change
They ain't got no cents
My nigga on the run
Why you think
We got those tints
Ain't fuckin wit these niggas
I ain't got no friends

I ain't broke boy feeding
You don't know my demons
But I know ya bitch
Know my semen
There's a cast
And you know I'm leading
I move fast
Like I'm running through
The ambulance bleeding

Damn

I'm either rappin
Or writin
Had to fall back from the fighting
Cuz gettin money exciting
Block the number hoe
I don't need to know what you typing
Culture Vulture for the music
Yeah we know who you bitin

Its real
I'm back on drills
5 niggas
Jam packed
Til we smash our wheels
Smoke pack
Then relax
Then I grab my steel
These niggas hoes
On the low
Why they act so real

Never did a show
I ain't got no deal
Wear black in the summer
I ain't got no chill
6 years ago
When my life got so real
Now I'm runnin shit
Like I ain't got no heels

Smoke pack while I'm driving
Call it pack on wheels
Call of duty on the beat
Yeah I got those kills
Ask ya bitch
Ya I got those skills

Hit the booth
And spazz out
Like I'm back on pills

Ask me why I'm snappin
Can't remember how it happened
How I live through all the crashin
That's the shit they can't imagine
So I'm chillin from the trappin
Let my bitches make it happen
Don't hit me or IM taxin
For the money you be flashing

Asking why my price so high
She fuck lames
Gotta ask her why she like those guys
I'm not like those guys
But I ain't trusting no bitch
Cuz she might go lie
She make it shake
Cuz I like those fries
There's a party
So I might go fried

Still a couple shortys
That I wonder why they follow me
Still a lot of shortys
That I really owe apologies
Drugs or the drink
Only way you get it out of me
Leavin wen I'm broke
When they don't know what I'm about to be
How is he
You can't name
Another nigga foul as me
Still fukkin up
But I know my mama
Proud of me
Weed speaking to me
You can't find nobody loud as me
Milk by the dozen
Cuz I know dz niggas cowardly

Wow is she
Ya shordy
Cuz she smiled at me
Said she want the main spot
But she'll take the side of me
If you think he better
You ain't really gotta lie to me
Because the fuckin best of the rest
Who I'm tryn to be
Then when they
Finding me
They won't have the time for me
These niggas too late
And the clock just
That it's time for me
To keep goin hard
Cuz these fuck niggas tryin me
Fans ride the wave
Then the bitches gon be riding me