Woe

She like how the fuck you do that shit
Like, how I lost that bag, then I got it back
Oh, so quick, and it's my money, I know She see how I got a bank roll
Bitch, I'm on a road, oh-oh She says she wanna come with me to all my shows
And she fuck with all my brothers all my woes
I got your bitch in the mirror, she takin' these pictures, she gon' pose

I got your bitch right here, she just wanna show out for the gram bank roll on me, baby, like I don't give a damn
Pockets on 4PF, I got that bitch like, woe, woe
Pull them mothafuckin racks out, she wanna fuck in slow-mo
Pull up to the show, I got a couple people comin' through, they slidin' that shit on me
Baby girl, you know this shit ain't cheap
She a freak, and she just wanna keep this shit discreet
While I'm so fuckin' geeked, and I'm so sick and tired of fightin' all of my demons
Every time that I pop out at the show, I got these bitches all fiendin
She callin' me, and it's getting annoying, had to tell that bitch like
Bitch, I'm on a road, oh-oh She says she wanna come with me to all my shows
And she fuck with all my brothers all my woes
I got your bitch in the mirror, she takin' these pictures, she gon' pose

Bitch, I'm on a road, oh-oh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
And she said this song gonna get stuck in her head like all day, she gon' sing it
She say, oh, yeah, oh She says she wanna come with me to all my shows

And she fuck with all my brothers all my woes
I got your bitch in the mirror, she takin' these pictures, she gon' pose
Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh



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Writer(s): Kevon Weaver
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