WoaW
Ayeee tint the coupe and lay low
All these opps so I gotta stay woke
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Ice pack up on my neck chain froze
Ebony Bentley my pen game dope
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Keep my shawty by my side stay close
Big body that's a black Range Rove
Listen up sit down take notes
Best rapper in my hood case closed
Who you know better than that I'm boutta tell em the facts most of you never could rap
Look at the stats when I attack I never lack I got my foot on they back
I heard your verse everything wack I mute the song when you get on the track
It's a new era they selling you cap I fuck around bring the melody back
Bought some views for yaself but forgot the likes
Don't be steppin to a real rapper boy you not the type
Shot through his heart since he in his feels
That persona isn't real sneak dissin' gets you killed promise
I been I been on my job
Wit the team I'm wit the squad introduce you to the mob
Y'all don't really want that smoke gotchu walkin thru the fog
And they claim they run the game but to me that's a jog oh my God oh my God
Ayeee tint the coupe and lay low
All these opps so I gotta stay woke
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Ice pack up on my neck chain froze
Ebony Bentley my pen game dope
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Used to talk me down now I'm up how that sound
Get that bag gotta show em what it's all about
Aim high so my feet always off the ground
All black Bape slides when I walk around
Wherever I'm goin the boi lit gettin money like that boy Mitch
Look at my drip that boy rich throw them writtens in the toilet
We ain't tryna hear that shit I book a flight when that bag hit
My shawty real she a bad chick I took her shopping at sacs fifth
Balmain or that Louie V
Hard to wake up in the mornin wit these Gucci sheets
Who is he? He a lame and it's plain to see
Now take a seat what the fuck you gon say to me?
I put a end to the conversation killing these rappers my obligation
Over time showed a lot of patience overtime end of regulation
These rappers got the same flow
My vibe different imma make em say woah
All these opps so I gotta stay woke
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Ice pack up on my neck chain froze
Ebony Bentley my pen game dope
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Keep my shawty by my side stay close
Big body that's a black Range Rove
Listen up sit down take notes
Best rapper in my hood case closed
Who you know better than that I'm boutta tell em the facts most of you never could rap
Look at the stats when I attack I never lack I got my foot on they back
I heard your verse everything wack I mute the song when you get on the track
It's a new era they selling you cap I fuck around bring the melody back
Bought some views for yaself but forgot the likes
Don't be steppin to a real rapper boy you not the type
Shot through his heart since he in his feels
That persona isn't real sneak dissin' gets you killed promise
I been I been on my job
Wit the team I'm wit the squad introduce you to the mob
Y'all don't really want that smoke gotchu walkin thru the fog
And they claim they run the game but to me that's a jog oh my God oh my God
Ayeee tint the coupe and lay low
All these opps so I gotta stay woke
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Ice pack up on my neck chain froze
Ebony Bentley my pen game dope
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Used to talk me down now I'm up how that sound
Get that bag gotta show em what it's all about
Aim high so my feet always off the ground
All black Bape slides when I walk around
Wherever I'm goin the boi lit gettin money like that boy Mitch
Look at my drip that boy rich throw them writtens in the toilet
We ain't tryna hear that shit I book a flight when that bag hit
My shawty real she a bad chick I took her shopping at sacs fifth
Balmain or that Louie V
Hard to wake up in the mornin wit these Gucci sheets
Who is he? He a lame and it's plain to see
Now take a seat what the fuck you gon say to me?
I put a end to the conversation killing these rappers my obligation
Over time showed a lot of patience overtime end of regulation
These rappers got the same flow
My vibe different imma make em say woah
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Writer(s): Raymond Cioffi
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