Wo!
(Mic check, mic check)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah, woah)
Huh, it was written in text
If this shit's the rapture
Then baby, I'm next
Woah, wait
What you mean by exhausted?
You can't cry in no mosh pit
Fuckboy cut me and I lost it
Bitch, I'm in your walls like Bruno
Bust out, fuck a spouse
Baby, you know
Kill the dog, put his kin in a diss track
Keep talking, do you really wanna risk that?
Piss in his mouth while he's sleeping
Like a shit comic, I'm here every weekend
F-O-B up and I'm 'bout to attack
G-O-V Abbot better watch his back
Bitch, easy
This cannot be your best
Bitch, are you still thirsty?
Come lick the sweat off my chest
Yeah, HT
Young sweaty's back, baby
And so I told him, y'know
I don't understand you get that shit grimy and full of, y'know
God knows what, I mean
That shit's gonna fall out that's exactly what's gonna happen
Alright, with me now
Pray, pray, pray
Pray to God, pray to God I can be something (Huh)
Fuck the nonbelievers, cause they ain't seen nothing (C'mon)
Everybody, everybody, I can see 'em coming (Huh)
I bang my drums, then they all start running (C'mon)
Pray to God, pray to God I can be something (Fuck)
Fuck the nonbelievers, cause they ain't seen nothing (Yeah)
Everybody, everybody, I can see 'em coming (C'mon)
I bang my drums, then they all start running (Wassup?)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah, woah)
Huh, it was written in text
If this shit's the rapture
Then baby, I'm next
Woah, wait
What you mean by exhausted?
You can't cry in no mosh pit
Fuckboy cut me and I lost it
Bitch, I'm in your walls like Bruno
Bust out, fuck a spouse
Baby, you know
Kill the dog, put his kin in a diss track
Keep talking, do you really wanna risk that?
Piss in his mouth while he's sleeping
Like a shit comic, I'm here every weekend
F-O-B up and I'm 'bout to attack
G-O-V Abbot better watch his back
Bitch, easy
This cannot be your best
Bitch, are you still thirsty?
Come lick the sweat off my chest
Yeah, HT
Young sweaty's back, baby
And so I told him, y'know
I don't understand you get that shit grimy and full of, y'know
God knows what, I mean
That shit's gonna fall out that's exactly what's gonna happen
Alright, with me now
Pray, pray, pray
Pray to God, pray to God I can be something (Huh)
Fuck the nonbelievers, cause they ain't seen nothing (C'mon)
Everybody, everybody, I can see 'em coming (Huh)
I bang my drums, then they all start running (C'mon)
Pray to God, pray to God I can be something (Fuck)
Fuck the nonbelievers, cause they ain't seen nothing (Yeah)
Everybody, everybody, I can see 'em coming (C'mon)
I bang my drums, then they all start running (Wassup?)
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Writer(s): Peter Berle
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