Woah Woah

That bitch want paste, she thinks I'm like Crest
In my DM's, she wanna undress
All these rappers that I don't address
I shop at Round 2, you shop at Payless
I need a bad bitch, Ms. Incredible
Elastigirl, stretchy conversations when I ball
My criticism isn't edible
Don't eat it too much, u just might get ill
Snippets I put out, looking like the scissors
I'm from LA, but I don't like the Clippers
Think you so hard that you are a killer
But labels carry you, they are your pillars
Rappin so much you forgot that you had some children
Like you Blueface, put em out the picture
You a warhead, super sour, yea you super bitter
I got the water, do not mess it up, I don't like litter
Don't even call my phone
I'm going up like a drone
Safety orange like a cone
Feel like Hyde, AutoZone
Travis Scott, I'm in the mode
For sicko mode, I'm boutta go
And bump some fuckin Rodeo
I'm on the low
I'm never high
But I can't say I neva tried
But it wasn't my intention
peer pressure got to me quickly
I'm a grizzly
Huntin quickly
In the lamb, I'm busting 50's
Yeah
Bustin all these 50's
Bustin all these 50's, yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Woah, Woah
Yeah, Yeah, Woah, Woah
Yeah, Yeah, Woah, Woah

Yeah, Yeah, Woah, Woah

I gotta switch up
And fuckin yo bitch
Like it's my religion
I gotta pray that I won't (I gotta pray that I won't)
Yeah
Damn
All these bells, all these bells
Feelin super duper well
Cause I'm in LA
yeah I'm super late

Driving down Rodeo, in a Mercedes
Skrt, Skrt Yuh

Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Woah

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Woah
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Woah
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Woah

Yuh, Aye
Like a moon crest
In Budapest
I switch up
I'm on the dark side
Like I'm Darth Vader (Vader)
Hit u with that laser (Laser)
Baby imma cater (Cater)
Serve you like a waiter (Waiter)
Thinking I'm done done done
I'm gonna see u later
Thinking I fucked up, done?
Naw imma see u later
Nah I won't feel yo touch
But I'm gonna see u later
Like Blueface, I'm on the Metro
Rolly bust down on the Metro
U couldn't stop me, no Lego
Cookin' the beat, like an Eggo
You know she gon' ride a Camaro
I'm getting the gold like a Pharaoh
Woah, Woah
Cause I ain't the Arrow
Got a kitty cat, back in the crib
And I'm thinking how long should I live
Got a best friend, never ever switch
That's a bestie, I will not forget
And they ask if I really want a kid

And I'm too young to answer that shit
But of course, I want a Lil camo
Imma stroll down sunset in a Lambo
Skrt Skrt

Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah

Woah, Woah

I'm feelin' lost in space
Like I just spent 100 on a Wraith
See the stars above, another wave
But I'm really stuck in my man cave

Uh, where did that beat go, I'm gonna drop
Not here to brag, but the money a lot
Ambjaay said that the life we livin'
That shit gonna cost
Like I'm moving to Watts
Like I'm shopping at Ross
Its nothing like, getting ice on my watch
Uhhhhh
I'm done with the flex shit
Uhhhhh
I'm done with the bullshit
Uhhhhh
I am just a witness
Uhhhhh
I'm not on the fed list
Uhhhhh
Im not on the dead list
Uhhhhh
I'm part of a privilege
Yuh, Yuh, Uhhhhh
Yeah I will admit that
It's crazy to me
The way that it seems, to be on a team
Uhhh
Woah, Woah, Woah
Woahhhh
Woah, Woah, Woah
Woahhhh Woah, Woah, Woah
Look, listen, listen
Yeah I'm Phillip, I go by Camo
When I'm at school, they think they funny
They like "You Rap?", fuck it look like?
Yes I do and I'll stick to it