Woah !
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah, yeah
She never met a nigga like me
Yeah, I got the juice Hi-C
He wanted some static, we shooting them cannons it sound like drumline three
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah woah
Right from the jump, yeah I been nigga yeah right from the jump
Don't give fuck, so keep your opinion I don't give a fuck (No fucks)
I run it up, I run it up
You niggas mad you not doing enough
Testing your luck
You gotta be drunk
We gone send a couple shots on us
Gas in my lungs
Gas in my lungs
Gas in my lungs (Big gas)
Pass me the blunt
Pass me the blunt
Pass me the blunt (Pass me that)
Don't mean to stunt
Don't mean to stunt
Don't mean to stunt (Don't mean to)
But I gotta flex on the niggas that doubted
Can't never go broke, I can never allow it
If rapping was trapping I'm running mad blocks
I don't see competition I'm running add blocks
How can I lose?
How can I lose?
How can I lose? (Cannot lose)
Went through real pain so we not built the same
It made me stronger so I could last longer
Got my foot on your necks till you show me respect
Niggas cursing my name so I feel like ref
Imma bring out the tech better cop you a vest
Better yet try to duck, cause I'm aiming for heads
I'm not tryna talk nigga no we ain't on T.E.D
I'm scaring the opps' say hello to my friend
Whole lot of lead
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of lead
Shoot the whole scene leave a whole lot of red
Spin back around leave a whole lot of dead
Uh, (Woah)
Clips, clips, ammo
Got a nigga feeling like his real name Rambo
My choppa' singing high notes, I call it my seprano
Why this nigga in a hooptie flexing like he got a Lambo'?
Ok, finna turn his ass to a ghost
Take his bread, shoot the burner, now the bitch nigga toast
Woah, why you niggas acting like hoes?
Broke ass niggas always wanna go do the most
No need for a punchline, these niggas be jokes (Jokes, jokes, jokes)
Yeah you niggas be jokes
I'm in a league of my own all alone, you ain't nowhere near my throne
Not even bragging or nothing, really I'm just that cold
Same niggas that's hating now gone want some handouts (Aye, woah)
(Aye, woah)
You know imma tell'em all no
You are not even the bro
I'm up now, where were you when I was low?
Don't even show me no fake love, I'd rather just stay to myself
Stacking the money forever and ever a nigga just want that wealth (Aye, woah)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah, yeah
She never met a nigga like me
Yeah, I got the juice Hi-C
He wanted some static, we shooting them cannons it sound like drumline three
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah woah
Right from the jump, yeah I been nigga yeah right from the jump
Don't give fuck, so keep your opinion I don't give a fuck (No fucks)
I run it up, I run it up
You niggas mad you not doing enough
Testing your luck
You gotta be drunk
We gone send a couple shots on us
Gas in my lungs
Gas in my lungs
Gas in my lungs (Big gas)
Pass me the blunt
Pass me the blunt
Pass me the blunt (Pass me that)
Don't mean to stunt
Don't mean to stunt
Don't mean to stunt (Don't mean to)
But I gotta flex on the niggas that doubted
Can't never go broke, I can never allow it
If rapping was trapping I'm running mad blocks
I don't see competition I'm running add blocks
How can I lose?
How can I lose?
How can I lose? (Cannot lose)
Went through real pain so we not built the same
It made me stronger so I could last longer
Got my foot on your necks till you show me respect
Niggas cursing my name so I feel like ref
Imma bring out the tech better cop you a vest
Better yet try to duck, cause I'm aiming for heads
I'm not tryna talk nigga no we ain't on T.E.D
I'm scaring the opps' say hello to my friend
Whole lot of lead
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of lead
Shoot the whole scene leave a whole lot of red
Spin back around leave a whole lot of dead
Uh, (Woah)
Clips, clips, ammo
Got a nigga feeling like his real name Rambo
My choppa' singing high notes, I call it my seprano
Why this nigga in a hooptie flexing like he got a Lambo'?
Ok, finna turn his ass to a ghost
Take his bread, shoot the burner, now the bitch nigga toast
Woah, why you niggas acting like hoes?
Broke ass niggas always wanna go do the most
No need for a punchline, these niggas be jokes (Jokes, jokes, jokes)
Yeah you niggas be jokes
I'm in a league of my own all alone, you ain't nowhere near my throne
Not even bragging or nothing, really I'm just that cold
Same niggas that's hating now gone want some handouts (Aye, woah)
(Aye, woah)
You know imma tell'em all no
You are not even the bro
I'm up now, where were you when I was low?
Don't even show me no fake love, I'd rather just stay to myself
Stacking the money forever and ever a nigga just want that wealth (Aye, woah)
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Writer(s): Matthias Mcbride
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