Woah! (feat. Onfo, Brian O'Shea & Jay Gwin)

Yeah, woah Yeah, yeah, I said woah C7SHIT, yeah Bank accounts and commas I ain't worried 'bout no drama I don't care about these bitches Only care about my mama Your man bummin', he be sittin' While I'm doin' what I wanna If he get to talkin' shit Best believe we gon' recline 'em, I said Woah! I might snatch your bitch and take her for the road If she pretty in my city, that's fasho It get sticky when she with me, 'bouta blow I said, like, woah! I said, like, woah! Like dip 'n lean, that's word to the G.O.A.T. Like Listerine, said a hurt in the throat ain't shit to me 'Til you cross my bro, on a killin' spree And we comin' for the throat like all the time, yuh Throw the sign up, C7SHIT if you wanna sign us Been on lock, we ain't sorta, kinda Ain't like me, gotta get your grind up So we pullin', all black, better take off your top And I swear you won't see when we comin' Spinnin' the block when we pull of the lot And you already know that we stuntin' That something to me Told you I die for the team Gotta get somewhere to be And she rollin' with me Know we the top of the scene We ain't playin' no more if it's free I said like Woah! I might snatch your bitch and take her for the road If she pretty in my city, that's fasho It get sticky when she with me, 'bouta blow I said, like, woah! I said, like, woah! I said, oh girl, you so pretty Let me take you through my city, ay Nasty, it get freaky, it might get a lil sticky, ay Oh no, I'm so picky, I don't mean to be so tricky, ay, uh Hundreds, fifties, ay, uh (oh my God) Watch your back bitch I am not your average Seen you with your ex and now I know that you ain't had shit But bad dick and sadness And sadness turn ashes to ashes Always wish she had this so girl let's get to practice I walked in with dinner, they told me we had a winner, uh My money got weight on it, your money gettin' thinner, okay, uh Everyone listen, obey, uh You end up missin', ole, uh Linkin' up, droppin' a bomb like, mayday, here come pay day You cannot come if you not bringin' weed, uh Don't wanna deal with a leach I hit your girl and she comin' for me She fannin' out when she lickin' my meat I just got done with a show and they paid me a roll I'm like, "all of that money for me?" Baby, I get it and go and throw half at a pole And then go home and kick up my feet, bitch Bank accounts and commas I ain't worried 'bout no drama I don't care about these bitches Only care about my mama Your man bummin', he be sittin' While I'm doin' what I wanna If he get to talkin' shit Best believe we gon' recline 'em, I said Woah! I might snatch your bitch and take her for the road If she pretty in my city, that's fasho It get sticky when she with me, 'bouta blow I said, like, woah! I said, like, woah! You need therapy