Listen to Wool song with lyrics from Earl Sweatshirt

Wool Lyrics

Wool - Earl Sweatshirt/Vince Staples

Written by:Vince Staples/Thebe Kgositsile

Soon as I catch the vibe tell them to fetch the hearse

Shorty I'm pressing lines lifting the Lauren shirt

Tell her to bless the girth if she with it

I'm in that kitchen

Wrist water whipping

Sike niggaI don't do that

Niggas get bloo-blapped and blown away

Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like órale

Okay I'm on to something

Momma should've told you it'd be days like this

It's just a tale from the crip

I'm on my séance sh*t

I'm tryna' make a million dollars

Keep it hood while crossing over on some AI sh*t

I need a foreign baby momma to match a ni**a model whip

Ramona Park made me from scratch

A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap

I be the underdog

Bullet hit his forehead

It exit out his under arm

Ain't nobody bigger than my hood

My ni**a

F**k a boss

Baby momma killer

You offended and I f**k her raw

Stretchy doing federal time for busting at the law

And he gonna be a neighbor of mine

You play me for a pawn

Shorty I be swimming with sharks

Your posse full of prawns

Pistols rip his body apart

Now he afraid of dark alleyways

Niggas better listen when the pastor say


It's Golf on that b**ch

It's Golf on that ball cap

I guzzle the tall boy

Jehovah ain't call back

And ya'll still debating over earl music

Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy

Peanut butter to paisley

Walking down the street

In the different color McGrady's

That first grader was me

Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts


B**ches grip the stick and

Jerky like cold shanks of the beef dry

I'm taking purses like they chances in the evening

Pick your pants up


You dancing with a demon

On my momma I been limiting my features

Filling swishers up with reefer


It's difficult to beat him like a soft dick

Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive

That ni**a sweaty got the gas

And Shreddy k brought the matches

Put your body down in water

Like a Lipton tea bag is

Switch to different f**king whip

To let them piggies speed past 'em

It's the rats

Try and get the cheese

What it do

Rap like I'm mincing meat

Call me Lou

If I'm on the track

These niggas skip to me

Niggas want to fade me

B**ches feel some type of way for me

50's in my pocket falling out like f**king baby teeth

Vince be with the rocket

He gone pop it when it's danger round

Fingertips to tapers

Now salute us when you face us

Give a f**k about the moves all these loser niggas making now


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