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BigWalkDog

Woah

 

Woah


Hey (Damn, Clemsy, you stepped on this one)
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah (Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)

Wrist stoned, woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, came flushing up, come more
A M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lamb', so I went bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, "These niggas ain't no more bragging no more"
Say, "These niggas ain't get more for a show" (Woah)

I chase bags, I ain't worried 'bout a ho (Go)
Give me five seconds on the clock, I'ma score
Can't ship one, so we had to buy four
When the streets got dry, had to grab five more
Get it by planes, you can get it by boats
Walk got signed, know they give a nigga hope
You ain't really no trapper, I wouldn't give a nigga dope
They watch how I move, now they write what I wrote (Wrote)
Speak what I spoke (Spoke)
Really getting money, can't lick with y'all folks
But I take a free kill, give a nigga smoke
Big boy Cuban, don't hand me no rope
Couldn't depend on his, came here by my throne
Dropped bread on your head, don't play 'bout my loaf
She wanted first class, but I made her fly coach
'Cause she wouldn't do shit over here but drive boats, so it's a no
But if I shoot it from the corner I'ma score
Been having power in my city like Ghost
Been having Ks at QC like Coach
And my Ps had quality, so I stayed in control
Running the Xan with the new, but the money still old
And I'm talking big money, ain't no money you can fold
If you show me a hundred, I'll show you, it's a go
Keep the trapping lot, if you don't, you go broke
Jump in the game, with no mention, big G.O.A.T
Nigga say he gon' rock, show what this chopper hitting for
Must don't know how many racks a young nigga sitting on
FaceTime with Big Gucci in my mama living room
Got my baby in a flash, guess that who I'm living through
Got gold on my neck, I ain't had no silver spoon
If you reach for this chain, show you how to kill a dude
Really came from the bottom, I know how it feel to lose (Wrist)

Wrist stoned, woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, came flushing up, come more
A M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lamb', so I went bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, "These niggas ain't no more bragging no more"
Say, "These niggas ain't get more for a show"
Wrist stoned, woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, came flushing up, come more
A M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lamb', so I went bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, "These niggas ain't no more bragging no more"
Say, "These niggas ain't get more for a show"

Now these niggas ain't get more from the jump
Fifty on the chain, one hundred on the car
Could've been pimping, putting hoes on Lamar
Now I could've been trapping, putting Os in the jar
Blew up in one year, nigga know I'm a star
Keep the chopper on the seat, that how we roll in the car
Booked up every week, that how you know I'm too far
We'll spin a nigga's block two times with four rods
Real nigga, he a demon when it's gone off the bar
I already got motion, he'll send you to the Lord
He'll catch you, too vital when he gon' knock the arm
You ain't never did shit, young nigga kush to spark
I never send a hit, cut this shit from lil' boy
I'm the type of nigga, bricks shit right to your yard
I've been on him for Wafi, still putting in order
Just tighten a nigga hater, still putting on water
Plug just hit me with the pounds in Georgia
I just clocked twenty K for a show out in Florida
Can't kick it with you niggas, always keeping this shit corny
Suzay ain't left the city, now I'm pimping, on Lord
I'ma keep this shit a bucket, man, this rap shit boring
Everybody got bodies, everybody telling stories
I'm in the city right now with this chopper, I ain't worried
Hundred shooters in the truck, he'll send 'em like tourists (Woah)

Wrist stoned, woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, came flushing up, come more
A M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lamb', so I went bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, "These niggas ain't no more bragging no more"
Say, "These niggas ain't get more for a show"
Wrist stoned, woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, came flushing up, come more
A M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lamb', so I went bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, "These niggas ain't no more bragging no more"
Say, "These niggas ain't get more for a show"

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