Woosah

Chapo

Got a big AR on standby
Nigga done lost they damn mind, go
Roll the 3.5, I'm too high
3.5, I'm too high
Me and lil' Goon', we blowin' on vegetable
Say she like ridin' in Beamer coupes
Double cup stuffed up with residue
Ten racks on me, I'm comfortable (pfft, bee!)

Bitch always tryna fuck, like, "Okay"
Lil' nigga tryna be me, no way!
AR pistol and a baby K
My cuz let that baby spray, uh
She gettin' seduced by damn chance
My chains, my ring, my bling, my bling
Ran up my racks, I stayed the same
Lil' bitch move the same, I'm changin' lanes, yeah

I just walked in Gucci, Louis
Ten racks on me stupid, dude, yeah
I ask for brain, she actin' clueless, stupid
I'ma big-ass dog, Scooby Dooby
50 floors up, bitch, I'm okay
Let the doors up, bitch, I'm okay
You a lil' nigga, stay in yo' place
You a lil' nigga, stay in yo' place
Mix Balenci' with the Helmut Lang
Mix Balenci' with the Helmut Lang, yeah
I was down bad then I made a way
I'm ballin' like a fadeaway



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Writer(s): Deante A Johnson
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