Whoa! lyrics

by

Black Rob


[Intro]
I'm getting ready to put y'all up on something, man
Yo, when you see something ill, know what I mean?
That sh*t is whoa, anything ill you see is whoa
n*gga, have a big 6 at the curb, that's whoa
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it, it's whoa
Like you know what I mean? Like, yo

[Verse 1]
I had this bad b*tch Uptown, she was whoa
Had me f*cked up in the head, I mean whoa
Bought the b*tch diamonds and pearls, I mean whoa
Shoulda seen them sh*ts shining on her wrist, whoa
Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like whoa
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all n*ggas like whoa
Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa
Faggot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like whoa
Had to hit the brakes on y'all n*ggas like whoa
n*ggas getting pulled on my block like whoa
Coming home within a half an hour like whoa
Fronting like they had the manpower like whoa
More or less, Moreso

[Chorus]
I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life
Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My n*ggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
[Verse 2]
Ease pain with cocaine like whoa
Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like whoa
Hundred miles an hour, switching lanes like whoa
Plus I'm getting brain from this chick like whoa
Finger near a n*gga as*h*le like whoa
Scene floss riches and b*tches like whoa
99 Jag Benz Coupe like whoa
Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like whoa
Grenade through your window b*tch, like whoa
Love to see me do this sh*t, like whoa
n*ggas put me through this sh*t, like whoa
So I'mma go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow like whoa

[Chorus]
I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life
Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My n*ggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa

[Verse 3]
We bag it, then flip it like whoa
Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa
Fully equip it, front to back, like whoa
Spitting on fiends that come for crack like whoa
Asking for shorts and sh*t, n*gga like whoa
Half on his crunk, now n*gga, that's whoa
Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa
Ain't no stopping me, I'm deep like whoa
Guns be popping, B, we creep like whoa
Hear my name in these streets, it's like whoa
Must I pound the concrete like whoa
Fill his b*tch ass, head to feet like whoa
Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa
C.O's ain't whoa, P.O's ain't whoa
Play y'all self, I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C, K riders ain't whoa
[Chorus]
I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life
Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My n*ggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa

[Verse 4]
n*ggas getting money in VA is whoa
Honies looking right in ATL is whoa
n*ggas pimping hoes in Chi-Town is whoa
b*tches taking paper in L.A. is whoa
n*ggas stacking dough in D.C. is whoa
P.R. D.R. hold me down like whoa
Ballers in Detroit hold me down like whoa
n*ggas in New Orleans getting money is whoa
Boston and Jersey, mothaf*ckas is whoa
Florida n*ggas and Philly n*ggas is whoa
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa
Memphis and Lil' Rock, my n*ggas is whoa
Panama n*ggas they hold me down like whoa
My New York peoples they hold me down like whoa
Bad Boy n*gga, word is bond, we whoa
Alumni b*tches, word is bond, we whoa
N.C, S.C., mothaf*ckas is whoa
My n*gga Buckwild, word is bond he whoa
[Outro]
And that's just how the story go
And whoever I forgot on this sh*t is, whoa
8th Street, Life Story, Petey P, that n*gga
The beat I got from big Buckwild is whoa
That n*gga Black Rob on the mic is whoa
My whole f*cking flow on the mic is whoa
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