21 Savage – Woah Lyrics

Woah Lyrics By 21 Savage

Woah Lyrics
Woah Lyrics
  • Artist 21 Savage
  • Title Woah
  • Album The Slaughter Tape

Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches
Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches
I was selling dope when I was 14
Re'n up with fifty, what the fuck you mean?
The fuck you **** mean? (21, 21)
I robbed 'em for two bands back there by the park (Back bitch)
Don't you pull down in apartments after dark (Don't you do it)
Five ****, five choppers and a brick a hard
Neighbor calling twelve, she said we making noise
I pull up in the Coupe, you know it push start
I been jumped in the street, I had a push start
Drank sippin', lane switchin' with the gang, bitch
Girl stop, you know your baby daddy lame, bitch
You say you wanna shoot, we on the same shit
The shit a **** tote will make a plane flip
VVS's make a **** chain drip
Choppa flip a **** like Liu Kang kicks (Hiyukan)
Smoking outta bag (Woah)
Count a lotta cash (Woah)
Drank a lot of syrup (Woah)
Pop a lot of xans (Woah)
Cook a lotta bricks (Woah)
Hit a lotta liqs (Woah)
Tote a lotta sticks (Woah)
Fuck a **** bitch (Woah)
Pull up in a Porsche (Woah)
Pull up in a 'Rari (Woah)
Pull up on a Harley (Woah)
Bitch, I beg your pardon (Woah)
I been getting money (Woah)
You've been doing nothing (Woah)
Baby daddy sorry (Woah)
I been counting hundreds (Woah)
Bitch, you know your baby daddy sorry, ho (He sorry, ho)
I pull up in a Benz and a 'Rari, ho
Valet walk up on me when I hit the door
I take that double cup and then I pour a fo' (Mudd, mudd)
I'm sipping codeine on the plane, Jack
First class shit with the gang jack (21, 21, 21)
How much you gon' pay me for your chain back
Pussy ass **** got his chain snatched (Pussy)
21 Gang you know I claim that (21, 21)
These **** say they shooting, where your aim at (21, 21, 21)
**** say they banging, got they stain snatched
Boy, you know you been a lame since like way back
I pull up on your ho and then I dick her down
Riding round the city with a hundred pounds
Riding through your hood with a hundred rounds
If I catch a play then I'ma gun 'em down
Smoking outta bag (Woah)
Count a lotta cash (Woah)
Drank a lot of syrup (Woah)
Pop a lot of xans (Woah)
Cook a lotta bricks (Woah)
Hit a lotta liqs (Woah)
Tote a lotta sticks (Woah)
Fuck a **** bitch (Woah)
Pull up in a Porsche (Woah)
Pull up in a 'Rari (Woah)
Pull up on a Harley (Woah)
Bitch, I beg your pardon (Woah)
I been getting money (Woah)
You've been doing nothing (Woah)
Baby daddy sorry (Woah)
I been counting hundreds (Woah)

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