Woah Lyrics

Yeah yeah

Eskeee

Trappin' shit, heater on me I'm tanning shit

Keep a tool like I'm on my mechanic shit

Scope it out, blow it down, we start fannin' shit

Tottin' rounds, he talk loud, we start blastin' it

Keep a stick like a bat it be wacking shit

Make em flip like a cap on a graduate

Put a brick on his top like a African

Talkin' shit get em' dropped, where's the ambulance?

Whoa, I'm off the gas with my pole

Don't think Ima lack put this mac to ya dome

We gettem cracked like a jack or a phone

And my chop slamming shit just like Shaq in the hole

I took a break and got back in my zone

Niggas gon' hate an then act like a ho

Back then I went to sleep hungry

When they didn't love me

But now they be calling me bro

Blue cheese on me no queso

I'm talkin' peso, bitch I need all of the cheese

He used to call me an a-hole

Came with his main hoe

Now that bitch leavin' with me

She gonna do what I say so

She seen the bank roll

Now she gon' fuck with the team

Stackin' it up just like Legos

Hot shit, Fuego

It's heat when they listen to me

Huh? Nigga what more can I say

These niggas can walk out the door with the hate

They gonna talk cause they couldn't relate

What they get in a week I can stack in a day

I see red like a bull Ima smash it, ole

Give me head had her full then I pass it to gang

Hittin trees like I'm Snoop, sippin lean with no chase

Brodie let down the roof and then hop out and spray

30 on me like I'm playin with Klay

And we got 223s, that's Lebron and MJ

Like I'm JA, slamming shit when I slide in the paint

We got shooters I think we should play golden state

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Trappin' shit, heater on me I'm tanning shit

Keep a tool like I'm on my mechanic shit

Scope it out, blow it down, we start fannin' shit

Tottin' rounds, he talk loud, we start blastin' it

Keep a stick like a bat it be wacking shit

Make em flip like a cap on a graduate

Put a brick on his top like a African

Talkin' shit get em' dropped, where's the ambulance?

Whoa, I'm off the gas with my pole

Don't think Ima lack put this mac to ya dome

We gettem cracked like a jack or a phone

And my chop slamming shit just like Shaq in the hole

I took a break and got back in my zone

Niggas gon' hate an then act like a ho

Back then I went to sleep hungry

When they didn't love me

But now they be calling me bro