Son, now you know I don't even play the radio
Stop hangin around them boys
They ain't no good
I'm serious
Brudda got them bags, he had passed me the whole loaf
Brudda got them tags, he gon wrap around your toe
We smoke water bugs, niggas cryin bout a roach
She whipped down my pants, now I gotta sayin woa
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa
My big brudda ran it up, but I'm gon get some more
If I ain't got no money now, I'm runnin outta stores
I was flippin everything, while niggas flippin clothes
Hey, I don't stop, I go
I don't block no bitch, I ghost
Ten on ten, my f*ckin mouth is filled with f*ckin gold
Call up now my cougar bitch, that bitch so f*ckin old
I'm with rastas, bombaclaat everything, we f*ckin hoes
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
I'm on 24 doggy I can't never sleep
I had got her lo doggy, she won't come to me
I got in double-double trouble, I'm like Angel Reese
Why every bitch I end up f*ckin wanna throw the V
Hey, don't you feel that breeze
That's your bitch, you better keep her
Brudda overseas, nigga movin like he Bieber
Bro got AMGs, I'm just tryna get my keys up
If twin got beef with you nigga
I don't like you neither
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea
Woa, Woa, Woa, Woa, Yea