Woah

Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches skirt skirt I was selling dope when I was fourteen fourteen Re'in up with fifty what the fuck you mean fuck you niggas mean The fuck you niggas mean 21 21 Robbed em for two bands back there by the park Don't you pull down in them 'partments after dark don't you do it Five niggas five choppas and a brick a hard brick a hard Neighbor callin 12 she say we making noise making noise I pull up in the coupe you know it push start push start I been jumped in the street I had a push start blatt blatt Drank sippin lane switching with the gang bitch gang bitch Girl stop you know your baby daddy lame bitch that nigga lame bitch You say you wanna shoot we on the same shit bloaw bloaw The shit a nigga tote will make a plane flip pew pew pew VVS's make a nigga chain drip drip drip Choppa flip a nigga like Liu Kang kicks hiyukan Smokin' outta bag Woah Count a lotta cash Woah Drank a lotta syrup Woah Pop a lotta xans Woah Cook a lotta bricks Woah Hit a lotta licks Woah Tote a lotta sticks Woah Fuck a niggas bitch Woah Pull up in a Porsche Woah Pull up in a 'Rari Woah Pull up on a Harley Woah Bitch I beg your pardon Woah I been getting money Woah You been doing nothing Woah Baby daddy sorry Woah I been counting hundreds Woah Bitch you know your baby daddy sorry hoe he sorry hoe I pull up in a Benz and a 'Rari hoe in a 'Rari hoe Valet walk up on me when I hit the door skirt skirt I take that double cup and then I pour a fo' mudd mudd I'm sippin codeine on the plane jack on the plane jack First class shit with the gang jack 21 21 21 How much you gon' pay me for your chain back your chain back Pussy ass nigga got his chain snatched pussy 21 Gang you know I claim that 21 21 These niggas say they shooting where your aim at 21 21 21 Niggas say they banging got they stain snatched pew pew Boy you know you been a lame since like way back blatt blatt blatt I pull up on your hoe and then I dick her down I dick her down Ridin' round the city with a hundred pounds shhhhhhhh Ridin' through your hood with a hundred rounds pew pew pew If I catch a play Smokin' outta bag Woah Count a lotta cash Woah Drank a lotta syrup Woah Pop a lotta xans Woah Cook a lotta bricks Woah Hit a lotta licks Woah Tote a lotta sticks Woah Fuck a niggas bitch Woah Pull up in a Porsche Woah Pull up in a 'Rari Woah Pull up on a Harley Woah Bitch I beg your pardon Woah I been getting money Woah You been doing nothing Woah Baby daddy sorry Woah I been counting hundreds Woah