Yeat – Woa…! Lyrics

Woa…! Lyrics By Yeat

Woa...! Lyrics
Woa…! Lyrics
  • Artist Yeat
  • Title Woa…!
  • Album AftërLyfe

Pulling up inside a big truck, this a Bentley
I don't fuck wit' nobody bitch, I'm not friendly
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi
Yeah, whoa
I don't, whoa, leave without my hemi
I got lots of money inside my bag, I got lots of cash on me
I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks at all, whoa
I got bucks, I got these bucks around, whoa
I got cash, lil ass, who popping now? Whoa
Why they tryna jack my fucking sound? Whoa
I got too many flows, too many sounds, whoa
We ain't pull up just to fuck around, whoa
Fuck the laws, fuck yo money, I got all them honey bunnies
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money
Every time I did I just went, aye
I ain't never give a fuck, I just went, aye
All that shit is fucking trash, I just went, aye
I just pulled up just to crash and just went, aye
I know it's better, know I'm brash, I know I'm, hey
I don't boast and I don't brag that's why I'm him
Whole lotta fucking money, let's just swim with it, ho
I got deadly weapons, I got bullets in it
I got two garages, I got twelve whips in it
I got 4 different houses, I don't know which one I'm at
I just been robbin' that bitch, I just been runnin' this street
I'm just fuckin' that bitch, I just been runnin' this street
And we gon' shoot up that bitch, stoned like Swisher Sweets
Back in the motherfuckin' L, yeah, your motherfuckin' lane
You're climbin' and really act up, boy you ain't in no gang
We can get you deceased, we can get you outta this place
This that smoke army, we all over the place
Pulling up inside a big truck, this a Bentley
I don't fuck wit' nobody bitch, I'm not friendly
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi
Yeah, whoa
I don't, whoa, leave without my hemi
I got lots of money inside my bag, I got lots of cash on me
I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks at all, whoa
I got bucks, I got these bucks around, whoa
I got cash, who asked who popping now? Whoa
Why they tryna jack my fucking sound? Whoa
I got too many flows, too many sounds, whoa
We ain't pull up just to fuck around, whoa
Fuck the laws, fuck yo money, I got all them honey bunnies
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money
Every time I did I just went, aye
I ain't never give a fuck, I just went, aye

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