Woah! (Remastered) Lyrics

Okay two pistols

On me

Bitch I can't go

If you owe me bread I'm on ya head just like a Kangol

Hit a drill at your apartment dip out and we change clothes

Rob you with that pistol but we homicide with dracos

Thot on my tip

Glock on my hip

I'mma let it

Right at ya lid

Forgiatos spinning so your bitch throwing fellatio

There's too much coke still in ya crack

Because you don't know ya ratios

Me and bro get so much hoes we trade 'em like it's Yu-Gi-Oh

I gotta catch 'em all like Pokemon but I'm not saving hoes

Spent 5000 on my bracelet I ain't rich these SI diamonds

Soon be VVS but in the meantime man my wrist is shining

Dropping heat all winter causing global warming

Fuck a climate

Died before I caught him lacking

That's what I call perfect timing

It ain't a game these hoes do what I say

Just like my name is Simon

Simon says to give me top and don't stop 'til my kids come flying

This ain't rocket science

Shorty's face is cute but I can't cuff that ass ain't hypnotizing

Mama sell insurance I sell drugs

So now we both got clients

He tried to run up with his lil' bro

Okay now both them dying

Man these racks is heavy but don't worry I been exercising

My Ruger a slut and yo she fuck so good it's paralyzing

Lately I'm exhausted but the money chase is energizing

All these niggas planning but this whole time I been improvising

Yo I'm done bro!

I'm done bro, get these headphones off me, my nigga!

I'm done, bro

I'm done, bro