Woah, woah, woah, woah
(What he say)
Bad hoe texting, I don't even know her name Nigga really want the money, want the fame
Brudda keep a stick, nigga shooting
With some Aim
In that lincoln, steady swerving in my lane
Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya
Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya Yeah, I love, love, yeah, I love ya
Two bad hoes in the room, which one i'm gonna chose
Sliding in a fucking bentley coupe
In a bentley coupe, Brudda got the glock
He finnna shoot, shoot some shit at you

Louibitons all up on my shoes, i'm too fly for school
Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah
Starting to get scared, I gotta leave the hoe alone In my head, I think I'm better on my own