WOAH (feat. Caazi & Kyng Ross)

Wake up with my shoes on Roll a pound of marijuana Just so I can write a new song I'm getting faded till the roof gone Move on To two bottles of liquor two strong Woah I'm smoking sticky stuck for too long Who going put you on other than you dawg A bottle for my remedy These memories just left for me My middles fingers for the ones who doubted me I'm proudly saying, f*ck you bitch I'll keep going She told me that she really like the way that I'm flowing Woah woah Yeah yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah yeah I put my heart in this cult Saying f*ck all the loving I know that you ain't the one I been tryna sew my feeling when they can't be undone I just gotta get up Finish every little thing before I get the pick up You know I'm too suave Might rock your sideways like Too splaza might drop to far plays And I'm killing everybody finna serve you the euntre Big enough to partner my body We finna body yall Music is a passion From the soul of rap With the homie chase Cooking in the lab Flowing like woah Can't trust a hoe Focused on money Got money to blow, smoking Sticky icky Smoking on gas Rolling up the runts and our face don't pass High like the stars See god not the devil Never switching up Savage like a rebel Illest On the mic sense a young boy mac Staying On track j retching run it back Collecting a check Y'all lazy and slack Working in the hustle I'm popping like Jack, ooo A bottle for my remedy These memories just left for me My middles fingers for the ones who doubted me I'm proudly saying, f*ck you bitch I'll keep going She told me that she really like the way that I'm flowing Woah woah Yeah yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah yeah