Issue No 130 Woah Lyrics

[Hook]

Woah, woah, woah
Walking this bitch like woah
Lot of bad bitches bang bros(bros)
Couple chains on you like bronk(bronk)
Suicide girls yell what?(wo)
Young boy blow that mut?(what?)
Ain't walk around like you stunting
All the bitches want something
All yo boys show up
But we boys in the hood,
We don't give a fuck
Hustlin' in this, stealing nuts
Like woah, woah
We was in track
I was in bed
Used to be J-ustin Timberlands
Wo, bitch I'm the man
Wo, bitch I'm the man

I'mma star bid artist
Fuck how I dress,
I ride like a man,
Nothin' on my wrist
Nothin' on my neck
Nothin' on my hip, boy
I spit boss so you know me (???)
My clothes so stanky
They be like girls don't talk
To us when we get nervous,
Can I get a prankie?
Promise? Nigga, fuck your pack
And fuck yo promise
Nigga, lets be honest
You was in jail when you was
Pushing me down
Pick me up and they threw me down
Sort of made me drown
Everything I got they want
Everything I got they need
Well, check me out, I don't fuck
With y'all
I only fuck with me
Swear these bitches get fucking shot
Feeling like I'm Rosa Pots
Hunter, wait a minute!
What do you desire?
The tight tour?
Let a Biblie?
Yourself for an idol?
Jackson enjoyed it
Either way, it's Michael
It's me against the world?
Gotta have survival
Gun in your mouth
Better yet, with a rifle

[Hook]

The slug is on my shit
The slug is on my shit
Why you heavy on my dick?
And what pass over like I'm hot sauce
Work hard with no days off
That's fubu shit, y'all fries