Whoah

Whoah Whoah
Whoah
Yeah Whoah
Whoah
Uh Whoah
Whoah
Rockstar Whoah
Uh Whoah
Skrt Skrrt
Whoah
Woo Whoah
Whoah
Oh whoah
Whoah
Yeah whoah
Whoah

Whoah
Yeah
Yeah
I got racks in my bank (racks) (yea)
These niggas on E
I got gas in my tank (lets go) yeah
Bitch we came a long way
We thank Jesus
Yeah you know I had to pray
My pockets was thin (yay)
Bitch it gained a little weight (lets go) (yea)
Mow my grass just to get rid of the snakes
We can't stop
Had to throw away the breaks (yeah)
I keep going had to give it what it takes

Ride my fate like the transit
I took it the long way
You too hot to be out here tryna' serve these cold plates
Whoah
Low key I keep a strap on my waist
They don't know who I am
They just know I sound great
I can't stop catching fish
Cuz' that mean I'm for bait
I'm getting closer
I can't stop right now
No way
Now they won't get straight
Ever since I been in shape
Mmhh Yeah

Mmh huh Yeah
Aye going up
All these folks been slow as fuck
And carried like a towing truck (mmh yeaa)
I'm writing I can poet ya' (whoah)
Equal this or pourin' up (whoah)
Cvshy finally walkin' with that bread
(Fuck you mean)
Now they showin' up (yeah)
(Fuck you mean)
Cvshy finally walkin' with that bag
Now she callin' (yeah yeah)
This bitch be stalkin'
Aye fuck you mean
You know you can't ball
If you not part of the fuckin' team
You know you can't ball
If you never got a fuckin' ring
Finally got this shit together
Guess it's just a lucky me
Mmhuh yeah
Whoah Whoah
Whoah
Yeah
Whoah
Whoah
Uh Whoah
Whoah
Rockstar Whoah
Uh Whoah
Skrt Skrrt
Whoah
Woo Whoah
Whoah
Oh whoah
Whoah
Yeah whoah
Whoah



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Writer(s): Sean Beeks
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