WoodsGelato by Travtsn Lyrics
[Hook]
All you niggas talking 'bout some sticks..(Stfu)
All you niggas saying you hit licks...(stop that lying)
Nigga you ain't really sold no brick
Nigga you ain't really hit a lick
Nigga you ain't never held no stick (never had a stick)
You got twigs? We got sticks
You got drums? We got instruments
[Verse 1]
Slide up on 'em, make em mop up the cement
I don't know how much I made, so bitch stop asking
All that Twitter wolfing, nigga just stop cappin'
Met his bitch and then she led me to their mattress
Spreading rumors, you must really love that casket
Bitch I'm ballin', you can't even make a basket
You want static? We got static
Tweeting on my name, lil bro gone let you have it
Ain't talking gum, but bitch I really carry extra
I got a drum so all that dissin, we gone reck it
I'm 'bout my cheese, really feeling like I'm Chester
These niggas goofy, what they need is a good lecture
Run up on me wrong I leave ya two dimensional. (Flat Stanley)
Wanna be a lab rat, see what this pistol do
Try to fuck around with Trav, and shit gets critical
Yo bitch left ya side, you boring, she ain't into you
Crack a wood and then I fire up gelato
Too much strain in this shit, I love getting high tho
She off the percs she tweakin, she still give me top tho
After she done, kick that bitch right out the car tho
You can shoot, but bitch yo bullets won't go far tho
[Hook]
All you niggas talking 'bout some sticks..(Stfu)
All you niggas saying you hit licks...(stop that lying)
Nigga you ain't never sold no brick
Nigga you ain't never hit no lick
Nigga you ain't never held no stick (never had a stick)
You got twigs? We got sticks
You got drums? We got instruments
All you niggas talking 'bout some sticks..(Stfu)
All you niggas saying you hit licks...(stop that lying)
Nigga you ain't really sold no brick
Nigga you ain't really hit a lick
Nigga you ain't never held no stick (never had a stick)
You got twigs? We got sticks
You got drums? We got instruments
[Verse 1]
Slide up on 'em, make em mop up the cement
I don't know how much I made, so bitch stop asking
All that Twitter wolfing, nigga just stop cappin'
Met his bitch and then she led me to their mattress
Spreading rumors, you must really love that casket
Bitch I'm ballin', you can't even make a basket
You want static? We got static
Tweeting on my name, lil bro gone let you have it
Ain't talking gum, but bitch I really carry extra
I got a drum so all that dissin, we gone reck it
I'm 'bout my cheese, really feeling like I'm Chester
These niggas goofy, what they need is a good lecture
Run up on me wrong I leave ya two dimensional. (Flat Stanley)
Wanna be a lab rat, see what this pistol do
Try to fuck around with Trav, and shit gets critical
Yo bitch left ya side, you boring, she ain't into you
Crack a wood and then I fire up gelato
Too much strain in this shit, I love getting high tho
She off the percs she tweakin, she still give me top tho
After she done, kick that bitch right out the car tho
You can shoot, but bitch yo bullets won't go far tho
[Hook]
All you niggas talking 'bout some sticks..(Stfu)
All you niggas saying you hit licks...(stop that lying)
Nigga you ain't never sold no brick
Nigga you ain't never hit no lick
Nigga you ain't never held no stick (never had a stick)
You got twigs? We got sticks
You got drums? We got instruments