Woah, woah, woah, woah

(What he say)

Bad hoe texting, I don't even know her name Nigga really want the money, want the fame

Brudda keep a stick, nigga shooting

With some Aim

In that lincoln, steady swerving in my lane

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya

Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya

Two bad hoes in the room, which one i'm gonna chose

Sliding in a fucking bentley coupe

In a bentley coupe, Brudda got the glock

He finnna shoot, shoot some shit at you

Louibitons all up on my shoes, i'm too fly for school

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah

Starting to get scared, I gotta leave the hoe alone In my head, I think I'm better on my own