Lyrics Whispers in the Woods by Styles P

Ugh
Ugh
We blowing money fast on this side, n***a
Catch up, n***a

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechie, ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho
Rozay—that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big veins
Self-made, you just affiliated
I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated
Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny, you claimin' the same b*t*h that I'm penеtrating
Hold the bottles up, wherе my comrades?
Where the f**kin' felons? Where my dogs at?
(Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

These motherf**kers mad that I'm icy! (Boss)
Stunt so hard, make them come indict me (Ugh)
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's an Audem-ir, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me (Me!)
You can't see a n***a, I'm what you used to be (Ha)
Look at it this way (Yeah), you n***as sideways (Sideways)
Always gettin' money, my n***a, crime pays (Crime pays)
So f**k a n***a (f**k a n***a), I'm self-made (Self-made)
You a sucker n***a (Sucker n***a), I'm self-paid (Self-paid)
This for my broke n***as (Broke n***as), this for my rich n***as (Rich n***as)
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n***a (Ugh)

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Ross, what up?)
Gettin' work, hallelujah (S.P. the Ghost)
One nation, under God (Y'all n***as know what it is)
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start (Let's get it, my n***a, yeah)

The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin', family (Bleedin')
Word to them thirty-six Os in a kilogram (Ha)
Blunt tip orange like caviar
Wildin' out, fishtailin', Subaru, rally car (Fishtailin')
Out the passenger, lettin' the automatty off (Let it off)
A eighth of that girl I'll knock your mommy and your daddy off (You know that!)
f**k around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off (f**k around)
Four shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors (Blick-outs)
And did I mention guns from Red Dead Redemption? (Did I?)
Nine-mils, fifty-clip extensions (A long clip)
Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it (I'm flippin')
And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it (Keep quiet, n***a)

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

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