Woah!*
Yea yea
Woah
Woah
Woah
Lately I been feeling stuck in slow-mo
They been tryna kill me but I wont go
No, no
No, no
Oh no
She said that she love me i don't know, oh
But I love it when she drop it low, oh, oh, oh
So get that bag
Imma throw this cash
Yea yea
Make that shit drop
Yea yea
Whip push to start
Yea yea
And I'ma keep running these beats cause I'm missing a beat in my heart
Yea yea
And she gon' keep fucking with me cause she know a young nigga too hard
Yea yea
And it don't really matter what you gotta say cause we know you a narc
Yea yea
And I put so much water all over my body, feel like Noah's Ark
My new bitch so bad, yea she a work of art
That nigga he mad cuz my bitch broke his heart
That makes us both heartbreakers and the heartbroken
I don't know where the fuck I should start
She know I'm a hard nigga and I'm soft spoken and that I really don't give a fuck, aye
So no I don't talk a lot
Antisocial can't be put in a box
Ass be shaking up and down, hydraulics
I really get bread and these niggas get crumbs
I'm too far ahead, don't think they can catch up
You should tune in, you been out of touch
You smoking on mids, I'm smoking on runtz
The shit that I smoke make you float like
Woah
Woah
Lately I been feeling stuck in slow-mo
They been tryna kill me but I wont go
No, no
No, no
Oh no
She said that she love me, i don't know, oh
But I love it when she drop it low, oh, oh, oh
So get that bag
Imma throw this cash
I've been taking hella drugs and no they still not healing me
I've been pouring out my heart and yet they still not hearing me
I've been pouring drink so much I swear this shit been killing me
Packs been on gymnastics so I know these shits gon flip with ease
Three bad bitches, came from heaven, that's the holy trinity
Tryna take me out, and bring me down, but I know I'll succeed
I've been feeling down, I need an out, pass me an oxy please
Okay, now I'm feeling down and feeling high so please don't talk to me
I feel like
Woah
Woah
Woah
I'm so fucking high I feel like
Woah
Woah
Woah
Feel like imma die, I'm like
Woah
Woah
Lately I been feeling stuck in slow-mo
They been tryna kill me but I wont go
No, no
No, no
Oh no
She said that she love me, I dont know, oh
But I love it when she drops it low, oh, oh, oh
So get that bag
Imma throw this cash
Yea yea
Woah
Woah
Woah
Lately I been feeling stuck in slow-mo
They been tryna kill me but I wont go
No, no
No, no
Oh no
She said that she love me i don't know, oh
But I love it when she drop it low, oh, oh, oh
So get that bag
Imma throw this cash
Yea yea
Make that shit drop
Yea yea
Whip push to start
Yea yea
And I'ma keep running these beats cause I'm missing a beat in my heart
Yea yea
And she gon' keep fucking with me cause she know a young nigga too hard
Yea yea
And it don't really matter what you gotta say cause we know you a narc
Yea yea
And I put so much water all over my body, feel like Noah's Ark
My new bitch so bad, yea she a work of art
That nigga he mad cuz my bitch broke his heart
That makes us both heartbreakers and the heartbroken
I don't know where the fuck I should start
She know I'm a hard nigga and I'm soft spoken and that I really don't give a fuck, aye
So no I don't talk a lot
Antisocial can't be put in a box
Ass be shaking up and down, hydraulics
I really get bread and these niggas get crumbs
I'm too far ahead, don't think they can catch up
You should tune in, you been out of touch
You smoking on mids, I'm smoking on runtz
The shit that I smoke make you float like
Woah
Woah
Lately I been feeling stuck in slow-mo
They been tryna kill me but I wont go
No, no
No, no
Oh no
She said that she love me, i don't know, oh
But I love it when she drop it low, oh, oh, oh
So get that bag
Imma throw this cash
I've been taking hella drugs and no they still not healing me
I've been pouring out my heart and yet they still not hearing me
I've been pouring drink so much I swear this shit been killing me
Packs been on gymnastics so I know these shits gon flip with ease
Three bad bitches, came from heaven, that's the holy trinity
Tryna take me out, and bring me down, but I know I'll succeed
I've been feeling down, I need an out, pass me an oxy please
Okay, now I'm feeling down and feeling high so please don't talk to me
I feel like
Woah
Woah
Woah
I'm so fucking high I feel like
Woah
Woah
Woah
Feel like imma die, I'm like
Woah
Woah
Lately I been feeling stuck in slow-mo
They been tryna kill me but I wont go
No, no
No, no
Oh no
She said that she love me, I dont know, oh
But I love it when she drops it low, oh, oh, oh
So get that bag
Imma throw this cash
Yea yea
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Writer(s): Cr'shon Henry
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