WOAH!
YEH YEH
WOAH WOAH
HUH HUH
Yeah yeah huh
Heh Heh
Huh Huh
Woah, What Woah, What
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Woah, Huh Woah, Huh
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I fill my cup with pain
I can't hear what they saying
The devil in my brain
I'm finna start praying
This bitch think she in love with me I'm finna start pranking
When she get up in front of me I'm finna start slaying
I take him off the leaderboard and then I chalk him off
I pray to God I got scrapes on my knees I walk it off
Why they put him in the NBA if he don't ball at all
On his keyboard typing felonies but he don't talk at all
Huh huh huh
I just reap what I sow
My life like a game using my controller
I fly in the sky with vultures
I'm killing with no motive
I got ice on now I'm colder
We the tribe for real, we pull up in a blacked out locomotive
Huh, I said fuck the streets I'm trying build a resume
Huh, she look good when she work out and her name was Esme
Huh, she tryna take advantage of me when I fuck I tuck my chain
Only smoke exotic in the booth when you walk in smell that stank
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
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Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, Huh Woah, Huh
Woah, Huh Woah, Huh huh huh
WOAH WOAH
HUH HUH
Yeah yeah huh
Heh Heh
Huh Huh
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, Huh Woah, Huh
Woah, Huh Woah, Huh huh huh
I fill my cup with pain
I can't hear what they saying
The devil in my brain
I'm finna start praying
This bitch think she in love with me I'm finna start pranking
When she get up in front of me I'm finna start slaying
I take him off the leaderboard and then I chalk him off
I pray to God I got scrapes on my knees I walk it off
Why they put him in the NBA if he don't ball at all
On his keyboard typing felonies but he don't talk at all
Huh huh huh
I just reap what I sow
My life like a game using my controller
I fly in the sky with vultures
I'm killing with no motive
I got ice on now I'm colder
We the tribe for real, we pull up in a blacked out locomotive
Huh, I said fuck the streets I'm trying build a resume
Huh, she look good when she work out and her name was Esme
Huh, she tryna take advantage of me when I fuck I tuck my chain
Only smoke exotic in the booth when you walk in smell that stank
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, What Woah, What
Woah, Huh Woah, Huh
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Credits
Writer(s): Broderick Need
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