Malt Liquor (Freestyle)
billy woods
Don't try to run up like one time
Amateur night with all them punchlines
On the scale, your shit is a dime
Or that DC brown, Woods be toastin' the town
Holding most of the pound, light up the city
Pass it around, don't quote me nigga
I ain't said shit, easy does it
Money better have my bitch
Bill flow too nice, somebody gon' snitch
Pocket Glen Gary leaves
Just ask Murray and Mitch
Cold facts when I pitch
All black like his Sigs
We don't mix unless you talking about cigars
And Manischewitz, some metaphors and spinach
Or maybe your wife and my latest fetish
