Whoa!

We ain't friends, why you acting like my homie?
Yeah, whoa

Whoa, whoa, you don't know me
We ain't friends, why you acting like my homie?
Whoa, whoa, another bad ho
She said she like me, but what the fuck do I know?
Whoa, whoa, girl, I like you
Cute face and I bet that pussy tight too
Whoa, whoa, baby, I'ma blow
Come say "What's up," when I pull up for another show

This a lucid dream, livin' through a screen
I can't feel a thing when I'm wildin' off a bean
I just wanna know why I wanna fly away
Put my mind to sleep, wake me up another day, yeah
Yeah, you the only reason that I daydream
World in my head just for you to save me
Yeah, you've been all I'm thinking 'bout lately
Makes me sad 'cause you only know the fake me

Whoa, whoa, you don't know me
We ain't friends, why you acting like my homie?
Whoa, whoa, another bad ho
She said she like me, but what the fuck do I know?
Whoa, whoa, girl, I like you
Cute face and I bet that pussy tight too
Whoa, whoa, baby, I'ma blow
Come say "What's up," when I pull up for another show

Aye, whoa, 'fore I pull up to another show
Every time I'm with your bitch, she's taking off her clothes
Fuck a deuce, poured a four, movin' too slow
Fuck a jug, fuck a lick, already countin' dough
Counting bread, bread, bread, red dot, leave 'em dead
In my bed, bed, bed, while your girl gimme head
Leave you on read, read, read, get the fuck up out my texts
We up next, next, next, spendin' bands, runnin' checks

Whoa, whoa, you don't know me
We ain't friends, why you acting like my homie?
Whoa, whoa, another bad ho
She said she like me, but what the fuck do I know?
Whoa, whoa, girl, I like you
Cute face and I bet that pussy tight too
Whoa, whoa, baby, I'ma blow
Come say "What's up," when I pull up for another show



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Richard Rae
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