Whoa ! (feat. Thrty3all)

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Ay turn out lights, woah, I see a nigga walk down this block
I run him down, now he ain't comin' back
Two stick, two F.N.'s up in the car
Push the bitch like a scat
Man y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
Woah, I got him
I see a nigga walk down the block
I run him down, now he ain't comin' back
Two sticks, two F.N.'s up in this bitch
We push shit like a scat
Know y'all done heard about the last opp
Nigga, we put shit in the pack
I see a 4 hell nah, I crack
I ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm getting these racks
Glock tucked, Kriss Vect, nigga no I don't lack
Give a f*ck about your cheese, nigga, no I don't rat
On the south with the 5, nigga, know where I'm at
Know I'm sliming shit out, King slime, boy I'm slatt
Say he wanna be Jordan, 23 to his back
I ain't missin' no target, big box on the back
For we slide on the opp block, hotbox the scat
Luxury shit, I'ma hop out the scat
Young nigga trained to kill, they ready to attack
Face card, Unknown when I pop in the black
Exotic glock, I'ma hop out and blatt
Switch on the back, eat him up like a snack
Nigga, try to run and caught a heart attack
I got my dawg, it's breathin' down his neck
Nigga can't run from this pack
Yea, I got a whoa with me
Twin gon hop out, let shots, out that scat
Got a big boy strap on me, like Young M.A
Wet a pussy, nigga, up like some WAP
Boy he ain't know that we movin' with sticks, niggaa
He ain't know that we havin' them pots
Young nigga catchin' licks, young nigga catchin' hats
Woah, woah, woah
Young nigga havin' blicks, young nigga havin' gats
Woah, woah, woah
Young n***a don't talk, he don't do that yap
Yea n***a, woah, woah
We don't do no talkin, shoot first, then relax
I got ode chains inside the vault
Nigga, tryna take some, he packed
Feel like Laser dim, send 700 hundred shots
Like this shit was the young dolph attack
See a rap nigga, chain on da "SHH", I'ma snatch
Woah, woah, let me hold on
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Thrty for thrty, bitch, we goin' up
He slide down this block
We send shots through his tonka truck
Top five shit, pussy boy, yeen one of us
Took lil buddy glock, nigga ain't wanna bust
My nigga be slimin shit out, That's that 5 shi
Take the Glock off his waist, on my momma, that's my shit
Hop out the car, no drive-by shit
When it comes to the gang, won't lie about shit
Had to cut that bitch, always crying bout shit
High as f*ck in the trap, had to find my trip
Always keep me some blues, but a nigga ain't crip

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