Woah, huh
Baby Woah (Baby Woah, Baby Woah, Baby Woah)
(Baby Woah, Baby Woah, Baby Woah, Baby Woah)
Chapo
I'm with Baby Woah and we counting up bankroll
L-Lettin' off shots with Kel, .56 make your face go
Slime knock you off for the mayo, all we get is queso
Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that
Yeah, we gon' beat that
Yeah, I don't think you mean that
I'm whippin' the mean 'Cat, got a bad bougie bitch with her mean ass
Pissin' up Tris I don't lean back, whip the Trackhawk make 'em lean back
I was just counting up mean bags
Hunnids, fifties, count up, hunnids, fifties
I don' know who fuckin' with me, but I got my Glock tucked
We just hit the spot, tell that hoe, "I'm not there"
We got more shots than a free throw, b-big-ass spot full of freak hoes
More cash than a casino, p-pop that shit for a free though
Sleep with that bitch on a pillow
Roll that boy like armadillo
Pour that wock up and they sippin' on purple
Glock, hit 'em and burn 'em
Boy, I ain' never been nervous
I'm off the Perc, I don't know which one you workin'
Little Glokk hit that lick, took the ski mask off, turban
Sleep with that bitch on a pillow
Roll that boy like armadillo
Pour that wock up and they sippin' on purple
Glock, hit 'em and burn 'em
Boy, I ain' never been nervous
I'm off the Perc, I don't know which one you workin'
Little Glokk hit that lick, took the ski mask off, turban
I'm toting big-ass Glock with that gang and they know I don't live right
Nigga keep talkin' that goddamn gang shit, know I'm going to pop mine
Huh, my last pistol that done sold, that ho was the size of a Glock 9
And buddy I know that you fuckin' told, can't be 'round me, nigga stop lying
Mafioso, so that's two times, .762 fuckin' headline
.556 got hang time, bust some right now you hear some gun sounds
Nigga ain't have no real Perc or shot with the mob
I just dropped Don't Get Took Off 3 and robbed the plug out the car
Buddy, stop acting like your like me, buddy your bitch ass soft
And it's a $800 fit that I got on, this little shit cost
Hundred band slides on my goddamn feet, when I walk, all I do is just talk
Caught that boy slippin' in Atlanta, he thought it was sweet, his ass get white chalked
It's the mob, Baby Life, SRT he on the wrong block
Huh, I'm cleaning these guns, why this shit jam his Glock
I won't go for nothing, Oso stick got a stock
Nigga ain't did nun' too me, all this cap shit gotta stop
Bitch keep lookin' at my phone, know I gotta keep this shit locked
I'm with Baby Woah and we counting up bankroll
L-Lettin' off shots with Kel, .56 make your face go
Slime knock you off for the mayo, all we get is queso
Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that
I'm with Baby Woah and we counting up bankroll
L-Lettin' off shots with Kel, .56 make your face go
Slime knock you off for the mayo, all we get is queso
Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that
