Woah!
I'm off the za za and shrooms and I'm going woah!
Woah!
High as fuck in the booth and I'm going woah
Woah!
I'm choosing my girl over you and I'm going woah
Woah!
Before you believe it come ask me is it true
Woah!
Everything that I do, I hop in the booth
Woah!
She sucking it up and she blowing that shit like a flute
Woah!
Me and my niggas been getting the cash what we do
Woah!
Rain rain go away, yea we pray for better days
Your bitch tryna get laid, I'm just tryna get paid
All about money, all about racks
Nigga talk shit then we doubling back
That
Nigga throwing up B's like he slime or the slatt we know his shit is all cap
And you already know when I hop on the track you know I'm spitting all facts yea
That nigga talk in that office He rat you know we running them laps
Sleeping on me is like taking a nap you on the internet laughing and capping
I'm in this bitch and I'm making some captions
We in this bitch and we gaining some traction
Woah!
Sell out shows
They keep a pole
They chasing dough
You ain't my twin you not my bro
I cannot fuck cause you a hoe
I'm off the za za and shrooms and I'm going woah!
Woah!
High as fuck in the booth and I'm going woah
Woah! I'm choosing my girl over you and I'm going woah
Woah!
Before you believe it come ask me is it true
Woah!
Everything that I do, I hop in the booth
Woah!
She sucking it up and she blowing that shit like a flute
Woah!
Me and my niggas been getting the cash what we do
Woah!
Woah!
High as fuck in the booth and I'm going woah
Woah!
I'm choosing my girl over you and I'm going woah
Woah!
Before you believe it come ask me is it true
Woah!
Everything that I do, I hop in the booth
Woah!
She sucking it up and she blowing that shit like a flute
Woah!
Me and my niggas been getting the cash what we do
Woah!
Rain rain go away, yea we pray for better days
Your bitch tryna get laid, I'm just tryna get paid
All about money, all about racks
Nigga talk shit then we doubling back
That
Nigga throwing up B's like he slime or the slatt we know his shit is all cap
And you already know when I hop on the track you know I'm spitting all facts yea
That nigga talk in that office He rat you know we running them laps
Sleeping on me is like taking a nap you on the internet laughing and capping
I'm in this bitch and I'm making some captions
We in this bitch and we gaining some traction
Woah!
Sell out shows
They keep a pole
They chasing dough
You ain't my twin you not my bro
I cannot fuck cause you a hoe
I'm off the za za and shrooms and I'm going woah!
Woah!
High as fuck in the booth and I'm going woah
Woah! I'm choosing my girl over you and I'm going woah
Woah!
Before you believe it come ask me is it true
Woah!
Everything that I do, I hop in the booth
Woah!
She sucking it up and she blowing that shit like a flute
Woah!
Me and my niggas been getting the cash what we do
Woah!
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Writer(s): Nasir Lawson
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