Whole Lotta Zer ft. Lil' Vader, Sam Afro & Dizzy Lyrics

Yes, but to meet the woo

𝘚𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰?

𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵

That's Me

𝘖𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰

I'm the Woo

𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘰...

The Woo

Nigga that's just the lifestyle

You feel me

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰

You feel me

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺

If you flossing' see

It's like, when you flossin'

You know what I'm sayin'

Drop big cars

Gettin' Money

𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘶

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺

If you flossin'

WOO

Yo Imma body this

Flow hit heavy like a hippopotamus

Neck long like an ostriches'

Don't know who the impostor is

Riding beats like they waves

And I'm cruising the yacht

Spit bars automatic

Call me, a rhyme bot

LV cooking beats up in the pot

And it's getting hot

Dizzzy, getting jiggy

Park the Tesla in the parking lot

Iced out

Still shining with the lights out

Bars so clean like it's whiteout

Going too fast

Timeout

Time is

Right Now

Hairy

Eyebrows

I got the high ground

I'll strike you down

VV's, Dripping

Dior on me

Hotheaded, resilient

Hit your, knees

Tesla's, Electric

Don't got no keys

My watch don't tick

It Glock, Rollie

Designer, Designer

Designer only

Amiri my tee

Amiri my jeans

My belt Louis

Big man, Big racks

Money, it stacks

Viral, IMAX

We don't cap

All this fax

Don't snitch to 12

Don't talk to feds

Stick with fonem

You and your mans

Both Yall's is fans

Diamond's and ice

Drip make it rain

Chains on my neck

But I ain't no slave

People switch up

People be fake

Diamond's and ice

Drip make it rain

Chains on my neck

But I ain't no slave

People switch up

People be fake

Louis Vuitton

I am the don

Blow like a bomb

Call me Saddam

Call her a burger

She got the buns

Bang like a drum

Sipping on some rum

The pain it's gonna numb

She suckin on her thumb

This beat be going dumb

Sticky, Like gum (Yea)

Ski Mask, He slumped (Ooh)

Rebel, They scum

Get bread, No crumbs

I got the cash, give me the credit

Hitting on gas, synthetic (Ya)

All white Rollie got it fitted (Ooh)

Look at my arms cost a ticket (Brr)

Right wrist dry I wet it (Wet it)

Left wrist, Rollie and the Patek (Yea)

If she ain't with it, I'm with it (With it)

If you ain't did it, who did it (Who did it)

Looking for the snitch like it's Quidditch

Broke boy ina Honda Civic

Straight To the Gut, it's acidic

Hit with a bat like it's cricket

Send your mans to the clinic

This music not for the critics

There isn't no meaning in my lyrics

Whole Lotta Zer

Brrr