OOWEE ft. Saucy DaWarren Lyrics

Oowee

I'll tell you what

Oowee

Steppin' into the deep end

Thoughts rearrangin', life rearrangin'

Thoughts are changin', thoughts rearrangin'

Say goodbye to the basic

Say goodbye to the basic

Thoughts rearrangin'

(Big stakes, worth taking a few chances for)

Turned to Escobar then I stopped fuckin' with government

I packed my bags and headed north up to the Cumberland

I've known my future, I burned my palms like I don't use oven mitts

Saw life in another pair sneaks and I've been runnin' since

Gahdamn

Forty yard dash on anything tryna take my dream or break me down, down, down

Hard path only way I know it seems is makin' sounds so I surround myself

I'm drownin' in it, reject the light my soul is tinted

Nine to five, my life was scripted

Depressed as fuck, motivation driftin'

Dropped it there, started chasin' different

Now life's a little different

Oowee, look to the sky, my mind is gifted

Now Valho put the waves inside your ears

He got the finest liquid

Pause

In the blink of an eye

Former self in the past, goodbye

Make her say oowee call her Sauce Walka (Oowee)

Gotta chase ya dreams, don't let the sauce stop ya (sauce stop ya)

Niggas trippin' off the juice, can't even talk proper (They can't even talk right)

When burnin' blunts up in the coupe, we tear the top off her

Catch me smokin' 3.5, rolled up in a beehive Backwood

Come up knee high on a giant, make a bad day good

Only thing that make it better, little cheddar or a little header

From ole lady stay around the way, she wanna pay me visits

Bitch I'm smokin' zaza packs, ain't tryna smoke no midget

Keep it short, ain't playing around, these bitches still don't get it

Life get hard, don't quit it

Most people don't een wan admit it

Most them people probably ones get admitted

Might lose my mind but I'm still gone get it (Okay)

Yeah, I know she fine but she don't know her worth

I'm just tryna show you all that money it ain't got no worth

When you look for somethin' real better know you first

Push the pack up out the bag how I serve it first

Now I'm servin' all these words, put 'em in a verse

You gone end up dead, end up in a hearse

He keep ridin' with the uzi, pulled up in a vert

Fell in love with the money, fifteenth and the first

You just gotta expect the best, preparin' for the worst

I just got this beat straight from Escobar

Told me hit his line if I want some more