Woah [Yeah]

Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Came through just to press you
Bitch I ain't come through here just to talk
Said you had an issue, now you twitching, what you reaching for?
That makes my Goonies nervous
Don't you try it, 'less you certain
Put the work in, on my person
If you fuck with gang, it's curtains
Bet your daddy doesn't love you
Bet your girlfriend barely fuck you
How I know? She said I gave her new dick
Dick that she ain't used to
Pulled up in my Polo drawers
Polo socks, gave her Polo cock
She rocking Michael Kors but we don't do that
Now she rock Dior
Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Came through just a press you
I ain't in this bitch to conversate
And it don't matter who you with
Cause I'm catching all types of fades
My homies got all types of guns
I carry all types of blades
Knuckle duster clutcher
Leave you leaking out all types of ways
Switching lanes, just to pull up next to you
We stretching you and it's same
Catch you on 2 feet and we two stepping you
Not sorry for who's next to you
They probably was repping you
And if you at the top, then we knocking down your pedestal
Whoa
You won't make out the Gulag
Short papi, big bite like bulldog
Fleaer fire, need to cool off
Yeah I'm everything your father wish you stood for
Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Cohaila-marconetti
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