Yoo-Hoo
Who
Who
Huh, you're who
Huh, you're who
Huh, uh
I don't know your name
I don't know your name
I don't know your name
Get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get up out my face
Who
I'm getting dubs, check the stat sheet
Came from the mud into a stud like the Gatsby, ooo
I hit the the plug, where the gas be
It's got to be stuffed under the the rug if they start asking, who
That bitch is bad, but she classy
Nah she ain't trash but she be acting like she's nasty, ooo
I hit the gas til it's max speed
Look like The Flash now when I pass them, got them asking, who
Don't know it's me
Well I don't know if we
Can ride this road in peace
Rather die alone then pretend
We could never be friends
I just want this revenge
So don't try to sneak into my life, you said your who
Uh, I don't remember
Lost in clouds inside my head looks like the sky in December
But If he ain't here fore the summer then that guy ain't a member
I guess I'll see you, hate to be you
Cuz I hit your señori-, wait I know you
I'm getting dubs, check the stat sheet
Came from the mud into a stud like the Gatsby, ooo
I hit the the plug, where the gas be
It's got to be stuffed under the the rug if they start asking, who
That bitch is bad, but she classy
Nah she ain't trash but she be acting like she's nasty, ooo
I hit the gas til it's max speed
Look like The Flash now when I pass them, got them asking, who
Hit the dash
Til I see my name on the boards, then imma get the cash
Get out of my lane you a Ford, I'm an Aventador
Racing myself outta this cage, Imma invent a door
No one can get through, bitch who sent you
No lames aloud, they be turning down the vibes low
Don't chase them down, nun of the hoes are reliable
Won't hang around with no body unless I know them
And I know the guys who don't think that I know
I'm getting dubs, check the stat sheets
Came from the mud into a stud like the Gatsby, ooo
I hit the the plug, where the gas be
It's got to be stuffed under the the rug if they start asking, who
That bitch is bad, but she classy
Nah she ain't trash but she be acting like she's nasty, ooo
I hit the gas til it's max speed
Look like The Flash now when I pass them, got them asking, who
Who
Huh, you're who
Huh, you're who
Huh, uh
I don't know your name
I don't know your name
I don't know your name
Get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get up out my face
Who
I'm getting dubs, check the stat sheet
Came from the mud into a stud like the Gatsby, ooo
I hit the the plug, where the gas be
It's got to be stuffed under the the rug if they start asking, who
That bitch is bad, but she classy
Nah she ain't trash but she be acting like she's nasty, ooo
I hit the gas til it's max speed
Look like The Flash now when I pass them, got them asking, who
Don't know it's me
Well I don't know if we
Can ride this road in peace
Rather die alone then pretend
We could never be friends
I just want this revenge
So don't try to sneak into my life, you said your who
Uh, I don't remember
Lost in clouds inside my head looks like the sky in December
But If he ain't here fore the summer then that guy ain't a member
I guess I'll see you, hate to be you
Cuz I hit your señori-, wait I know you
I'm getting dubs, check the stat sheet
Came from the mud into a stud like the Gatsby, ooo
I hit the the plug, where the gas be
It's got to be stuffed under the the rug if they start asking, who
That bitch is bad, but she classy
Nah she ain't trash but she be acting like she's nasty, ooo
I hit the gas til it's max speed
Look like The Flash now when I pass them, got them asking, who
Hit the dash
Til I see my name on the boards, then imma get the cash
Get out of my lane you a Ford, I'm an Aventador
Racing myself outta this cage, Imma invent a door
No one can get through, bitch who sent you
No lames aloud, they be turning down the vibes low
Don't chase them down, nun of the hoes are reliable
Won't hang around with no body unless I know them
And I know the guys who don't think that I know
I'm getting dubs, check the stat sheets
Came from the mud into a stud like the Gatsby, ooo
I hit the the plug, where the gas be
It's got to be stuffed under the the rug if they start asking, who
That bitch is bad, but she classy
Nah she ain't trash but she be acting like she's nasty, ooo
I hit the gas til it's max speed
Look like The Flash now when I pass them, got them asking, who
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Writer(s): Embee Scato
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