WOAH

Vahsoong
Yeah, Ayy

Woah
They never let me go
Go
I said woah
Yeah, I'm about to roll

Pussy
You can't throw what you don't have
And you throwing shade, you a shade thrower
Same goes for them lil folks doing a 180 on they homies
I stay calm and I stay complacent while you bitches just staying salty
We moved place to place, house to house, so I keep my wits on me
Ayy, they doing too much, lil bitch boy this ain't GTA
Call of Duty was the only time they got caught lacking
What are they fronting today, ayy
Ayy
We came to
We came to send this bitch up

Woah
They never let me go
Go
I said woah
Yeah, I'm about to roll

Bout to, uh
Bout to roll
Ayy

My voice is sick, it got em thinking that I'm 20
Call me cocky, at least I'm not flexing mamas pennies
I make everything that I make
no yankee with or without the brim
That ain't no mistake, it's voluntary ooh
Ayy, ayy
My nose is blocked, cause I sound too sick
Riding round the city in the bus, transit
I don't need to pretend that I'm stupid rich
All my voice, my beat, that's it
Since day 1, it's been like this
14, and I'm making impossible possibly godly type shit
Only god can stop me

Woah
They never let me go
Go
I said woah
Yeah, I'm about to roll

Woo



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Writer(s): Vincent Vickers
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