Woosah / Street Cat

[Woosah]

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa
Ahaha, haha, haha, uh
Man, put his ass back, where he came! (Ahh-uh)
I thank ya'll for coming out (Ayy)
Ayy, Ayy (Ahh-uh)
Ooh, oooh
Sosa baby, GBE baby (Mm-mm)
Ha, ha, ha, haha, haha (Ahh-ahh)

Baby, you free as a motherfucking freeway
Vroom, vroom, vroom, go do you
Get green baby, don't be blue
Oh you got guns baby, unhandled
Dope around the collar tryna let me loose
Got the good dollar signs, don't hate dude
Now all these drugs, I'm like woosah
Chilling out like woosah
Boy, my gun don't got no holster
Gun don't got no holster, ayy
Yeah, that young nigga from O-Block
Creeping down on yo' block, ayy
I'ma star, I ain't a co-star, star, ain't a co-star, ayy (Ayy)
At first I was a Hobart, now I'm running shows up, ayy (Ayy)

Ahh-uhh
I'm from another planet, what I'm doing here?
I ain't been to my home planet in six years
I know they be looking for me like, "Damn, Sosa a don!" (ha, ha, ha)
Only thing I get high off of purple and chron' (Ha, ha, ha, ayy)
In a all black Lamb truck, this bitch cost a Rolls Royce Dawn (Dawn)
You don't know how it feel to lose all of yo' niggas
It's just one thing you want (Want)
Is one more time (Time), to cool with all your niggas (Let's get it)
But I'm passed that, big blunts but I'm not gonna pass that
Sometime I fuck with a rat hoe
But I would never fuck with the rat pack
Got Smith-n with me, baby, woosah, woosah
Stick yo ass like botox (Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang)
Bitch, put your seat belt on when you hop in the fast car
Tadoe steady ask how I'm bleeding
When he know I'm bleeding like a tampon
Still got love for the same bitch like when I was posted on Lamron
My mama named me Keith baby, I'm a rider baby I'm Stephen
When the wheels went flat, we fixed that bitch and kept going
(Ahh-uh, ahh-uh)
Now them folks on a trap when I pull up they be like yeah boy

[Street Cat]

Ayy (Ayy)
Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)
Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)
I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)
You crazy on the internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)
I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)
Droptop down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)
Niggas' white bricks day but I see fucking cold rice (Beep)
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)
Ayy, ayy

I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style
I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow
What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the.40 cal (Bow)
They be seeing a nigga balling nigga here they come to foul
Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"
I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around
He was talking crazy, they like "Nah, he was fucking around"
I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down
I'm street nigga pussy, I ain't faking for the clout
I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound
We're like Suge crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thou's
I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down
I'm a street nigga pussy, I ain't paying a hoe shit
They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit
He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his hoe a dick
At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit
I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that
So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"
I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks
I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that
Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?
I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at
I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me?
You don't speak England? How you say, "Rubberband me"?
Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
Sosa what the opps on? Nigga, not a damn thing
I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch
I ain't talking to that bitch unless she buy her own shit
Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit
Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit
I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumping off the porch
I had sprained my fucking ankle doing jumping as a sport
Stealing granny shit, now I'm taking Nana out, that's a sport
We ain't talking to these niggas they ain't nothing past a dork
I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit
I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you fuck my bitch?
Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick
Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fucking shit, ayy (Bang!)