Whole Lotta Zer lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke & 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘒𝘦𝘷]
Yes, but to meet the woo
𝘚𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰?
𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?
That's Me
𝘖𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰
I'm the Woo
𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘰 ...
The Woo?
n*gga that's just the lifestyle
You feel me?
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰
You feel me?
𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺
If you flossing' see
It's like, when you flossin'
You know what I'm sayin'
Drop big cars
Gettin' Money
𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘶
𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺
If you flossin'
WOO

[Verse 1: Sam Afro]
Yo Imma body this
Flow hit heavy like a hippopotamus
Neck long like an ostriches'
Don't know who the impostor is
Riding beats like they waves
And I'm cruising the yacht
Spit bars automatic
Call me, a rhyme bot
LV cooking beats up in the pot
And it's getting hot
Dizzy, getting jiggy
Park the Tesla in the parking lot
Iced out
Still shining with the lights out
Bars so clean like it's whiteout
Going too fast
Timeout
Time is
Right Now
Hairy
Eyebrows
I got the high ground
I'll strike you down (Down)
[Verse 2: Dizzzy]
VV's, Dripping
Dior on me
Hotheaded, resilient
Hit your, knees
Tesla's, Electric
Don't got no keys
My watch don't tick
It Glock, Rollie
Designer, Designer
Designer only
Amiri my tee
Amiri my jeans
My belt Louis
Big man, Big racks
Money, it stacks
Viral, IMAX
We don't cap
All this fax
Don't snitch to 12
Don't talk to feds
Stick with fonem
You and your mans
Both Yall is fans

[Interlude: Sam Afro]
Diamond's and ice
Drip make it rain
Chains on my neck
But I ain't no slave
People switch up
People be fake (Yea)
Diamond's and ice
Drip make it rain
Chains on my neck
But I ain't no slave
People switch up
People be fake (Yea)
[Verse 3: Lil' Vader]
Louis Vuitton
I am the don
Blow like a bomb
Call me Saddam
Call her a burger
She got the buns
*Drum Noises*
Bang like a drum
Sipping on some rum
The pain it's gonna numb
She suckin on her thumb
This beat be going dumb
Sticky, Like gum (Yea)
Ski Mask, He slumped (ooh)
Rebel, They sc*m
Get bread, No crumbs
I got the cash, give me the credit
Hitting on gas, synthetic (Ya)
All white Rollie got it fitted (Ooh)
Look at my arms cost a ticket (Brr)
Right wrist dry I wet it (Wet it)
Left wrist, Rollie and the Patek (Yea)
If she ain't with it, I'm with it (With it)
If you ain't did it, who did it (Who did it)
Looking for the snitch like it's Quidditch
Broke boy ina Honda Civic
Straight To the Gut, it's acidic
Hit with a bat like it's cricket
Send your mans to the clinic
Music not for the critics
There ain't no meaning in my lyrics
(Whole Lotta Zer)
(BRRRR)