Woah (Yeah) [feat. Fleaer]

Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Came through just to press you Bitch I ain't come through here just to talk Said you had an issue, now you twitching, what you reaching for? That makes my Goonies nervous Don't you try it, 'less you certain Put the work in, on my person If you f*ck with gang, it's curtains Bet your daddy doesn't love you Bet your girlfriend barely f*ck you How I know? She said I gave her new dick Dick that she ain't used to Pulled up in my Polo drawers Polo socks, gave her Polo cock She rocking Michael Kors but we don't do that Now she rock Dior Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Came through just a press you I ain't in this bitch to conversate And it don't matter who you with Cause I'm catching all types of fades My homies got all types of guns I carry all types of blades Knuckle duster clutcher Leave you leaking out all types of ways Switching lanes, just to pull up next to you We stretching you and it's same Catch you on 2 feet and we two stepping you Not sorry for who's next to you They probably was repping you And if you at the top, then we knocking down your pedestal Whoa You won't make out the Gulag Short papi, big bite like bulldog Fleaer fire, need to cool off Yeah I'm everything your father wish you stood for Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Woah, woah woah woah woah woah woah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah