Lyrics Woodie Smalls – Neighbourhood Dreams
Text:
Oh, happy holidays to all you bitch ass niggas man
It’s ya boy Woods
Shout out regulator man
Is you ready for the soup of the day?
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 swear this shit look like a bachelor party
You know ya boy breaded like Paul McCartney
For the niggas that’ve been doubting me
I’m over here like fucking apology
You know I gotta tell my niggas what’s up
To all them niggas that supporting y’all should throw it up
Bank account is looking like a stank account
Can’t wait till I’ll be stacking chips
Give me the finest ride and the baddest bitch
I’m talking euros, plural
And shout out to D.C
And all them niggas on the side that couldn’t see me
But I ain’t even going front ’cause I ain’t selling the bid
And I been ditching class just to fuck this regular bitch, shit
But I ain’t even gonna front on these niggas
It’s way to yes, we gon’ stunt on these niggas like
Couting profit after profit
My niggas soak in money
Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money
The bitches who love the sound
I ain’t stuntin’
You see them, they love me now
We go round and round
Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money
The bitches who love the sound
I ain’t stuntin’
You see them, they love me now
Aye
We go round and round
They tryna tell me I’m a new slave
Chasing whips and some gold chains
Jezus piece on my niggas make ’em feel saint
Ain’t no peace when you living in this big cage
And we can’t eat in the system so we maintain
So when you see us, never lay with our feet up
My stripes had to earn them like Adidas
I’m Derek Jeter
The way I knock ’em out the park for the non believers
Best believe I’m writing better ?
than my college teachers
Young dropout stressing bout what I’m finna be
?
Party roam in the city streets
24/7 jacking producers for they beats
Trying to raise the level ’cause wasn’t enough fire in the streets
Picture me stopping when they told me to stop
Same way they’ll be expecting me to drop and then flop
Then it’s back to the block
Looking up at the top
Same nigga doing college might be selling them rocks
‘Cause you making money honest never promised a lot
Seeing niggas in designers spilling bottles they pop
And you like
Damn
I know I’m finna get on
With my motherfucking bars I’ll put that on the Quran
Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money
The bitches who love the sound
I ain’t stuntin’
You see them, they love me now
Aye
We go round and round
Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money
The bitches who love the sound
I ain’t stuntin’
You see them, they love me now
Aye
We go round and round
Fucked up, fuck the second verse
Imma put in reverse
And fuck a slut nigga
You don’t really wanna see me nigga
Pay attention to the kid because I dream, nigga
I was playing… Alright let’s go
