Whoa (feat. Scrapy Tonaa & Holy B)

Line two purple give me a medal
Declining all offers never settle
Push in a corner know how to trap
These blue hundreds straight on the map
I already know where's its kept
Bitch wrote off a long tek
Glizzy gave her the long sex
She just on the lawn stress

Baby bottle bop how she lit
Don't got the funds gotta split
Like i'm Frito how I get the chips
How I get the chips hanging with your bitch
Peel off can't trust niggas
Whoa
Whoa
Get it vamonos
She on me like clothes

Tona
I'm not one of them know the difference
Bitch be social i'm keeping my distance
They saying Tona the topic he trending
Pass me the ball I be shooting like
Pass me the ball I be shooting like Leonard
She a baddie but fucking off tinder
Send me the addy you know we gonna
Send me the addy you know we gonna kill him

My utters gon hit him down
Smoke a 8th not a pound
Don't let me here know sound
Tru shit you was never around
Ha ha
Give me the case
Told you stay in your place
Turtles can win a race
Tesla to a rafe

Like ah hessi no shooting he dribble
Showing colors little boy is a skittle
Run your mouth you aint telling a riddle
Nah nah
Oh my god like what happen to Virgil
See you winning they be happy to hurt you

It ain't nothing about it gotta stay focus
Don't live a normal life gotta toot it
Not one of them sometimes can't control it
Know imma clutch mines
Watch out for one time
Throwing up threes till to the day
Yeah I'm throwing up threes till to the day I'm going



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Washington
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