AWW SHiT
It's like, aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up?
Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, shoot! I'm back in action dripping different like I'm au jus
You know what, with my battalion, you don't do?
That's bet against the Cali Stallion
I know it's been a minute but I'm back up in it and I'm here to win it
If I got dumb hope, then that's all that I need
To get up on my steed and ride into the gun smoke
I'm in the gym, using my jimmy to jump rope
So gimme one poke, and the theme from Rocky plays
Better walk away if you don't want a KO from a GOAT
I don't always feel I'm on the ball
It's not always my complaints feel small
I don't always feel I'm 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall
But when I do, ooooh
It's like
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up?
Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now?
Get the fuck off me, I'm rolling with Watsky
We go together like crickеt to Aussies
Killin' 'em softly
What do you mean? My bitchеs is costly
So please don't accost me
We moving at top speed, Mach 5
Dead or alive, I'm in top three
All of these niggas my offspring
All in the church with no offering
I was in the dirt outside, put in work
You was in your room on screens
That's why you callin' me aunty
Don't disrespect the Givenchy
I'm just an evergreen standing amongst all these palm trees
Aww, shoot, aww, shiet
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What the fuck's up, what the fuck's up?
It's like
Oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do?
Peacockin', walkin' it so arrogant
The pickpocket of bliss is comparison
This condition gripping all Americans
Break our kneecap, it won't make us Kerrigan
It's jealousy, you must be taking LSD to step to me
Fellas, my destiny, from the SFC Bay to the Chesapeake
Is freakin' cheffin' the shit out my recipe
Yes, I begin to climb out my cocoon
Spreading my wings to take it to the moon
'Cause I just want to stick my chin up high
And then get both arms swinging, baby, side to side
There's still time to ride my wagon
But if you're lagging then bye, bye, baby, bye, bye
I don't always feel I'm-
(I don't always feel I'm-)
Don't always-
Don't always feel I'm 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall
But when I do, ooooh
It's like
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up?
Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now?
(Hey)
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
Aww, shit, what the fu-fu-fuck's up?
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Yeah, yeah
Oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do, do, do, do?
What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up?
Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, shoot! I'm back in action dripping different like I'm au jus
You know what, with my battalion, you don't do?
That's bet against the Cali Stallion
I know it's been a minute but I'm back up in it and I'm here to win it
If I got dumb hope, then that's all that I need
To get up on my steed and ride into the gun smoke
I'm in the gym, using my jimmy to jump rope
So gimme one poke, and the theme from Rocky plays
Better walk away if you don't want a KO from a GOAT
I don't always feel I'm on the ball
It's not always my complaints feel small
I don't always feel I'm 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall
But when I do, ooooh
It's like
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up?
Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now?
Get the fuck off me, I'm rolling with Watsky
We go together like crickеt to Aussies
Killin' 'em softly
What do you mean? My bitchеs is costly
So please don't accost me
We moving at top speed, Mach 5
Dead or alive, I'm in top three
All of these niggas my offspring
All in the church with no offering
I was in the dirt outside, put in work
You was in your room on screens
That's why you callin' me aunty
Don't disrespect the Givenchy
I'm just an evergreen standing amongst all these palm trees
Aww, shoot, aww, shiet
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What the fuck's up, what the fuck's up?
It's like
Oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do?
Peacockin', walkin' it so arrogant
The pickpocket of bliss is comparison
This condition gripping all Americans
Break our kneecap, it won't make us Kerrigan
It's jealousy, you must be taking LSD to step to me
Fellas, my destiny, from the SFC Bay to the Chesapeake
Is freakin' cheffin' the shit out my recipe
Yes, I begin to climb out my cocoon
Spreading my wings to take it to the moon
'Cause I just want to stick my chin up high
And then get both arms swinging, baby, side to side
There's still time to ride my wagon
But if you're lagging then bye, bye, baby, bye, bye
I don't always feel I'm-
(I don't always feel I'm-)
Don't always-
Don't always feel I'm 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall
But when I do, ooooh
It's like
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up?
Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now?
(Hey)
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
Aww, shit, what the fu-fu-fuck's up?
Aww, shit, what the fuck's up?
What the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Yeah, yeah
Oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do, do, do, do?
Credits
Writer(s): George Watsky, Unknown Composer Author, Gabriel Edelmann, Gabrielle Kadushin, Danielle Henderson
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