Woah lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Hook]
Whoa ya’ll n*gga get the money
Young n*gga ride slow, dropped a 4 for the hundred
Young n*gga roll with shotties
And your mama I can tell, lil trel somebody
Whoa ya’ll n*gga get the money
Young n*gga ride slow, dropped a 4 for the hundred
Young n*gga roll with shotties
And your mama I can tell, lil trel somebody

[Verse 1]
I woke up so excited all these exotic b*tches chasing me
Double M empire mommy pus*y taste like morpholine
Thankfully I be getting money so respectfully
Prolly why these b*tches and these n*ggas can’t get next to me
Stressin me n calling me they hope I got a extra P
Meanwhile shopping Beverly I had the wettest dream
Back forth to LA, like they be obsessed with me
Glettchi put her on a better thing I’m for everything
My coke and leaf is heavenly booming like it’s 70
White as Britney Spears b*tch talking Kevin Featherly
I told my Bahamas b*tch i hope you brought that extra key
f*cking around with Bless, phones had to shoot the whole thing
Changing my identity my b*tch she just got a nose ring
b*tch you out of time but I’m a talk a whole thing
You just show her some she just here trying
To wet the whole scene
Ask I’m a park I’ll spark at the whole team
[Hook]
Whoa ya’ll n*gga get the money
Young n*gga ride slow, dropped a 4 for the hundred
Young n*gga roll with shotties
And your mama I can tell, lil trel somebody
Whoa ya’ll n*gga get the money
Young n*gga ride slow, dropped a 4 for the hundred
Young n*gga roll with shotties
And your mama I can tell, lil trel somebody

[Verse 2]
I woke up so excited got money and I like it
Your b*tch is so trifling she sucking f*cking and dyking
Usually I’m not talking to strangers they bringing diamonds
Usually when I be selling they tell me my thing is inspiring
All I see is camera police is doing wiring
Phone tap pull up to the track then we firing
I told my chicago b*tch I hope you never lie to me
Cooker with me before she look like we hit the lottery
Cooling in the delery looking for a sl*ttery
Choppery get the floss start duggery
Shot the whole club up killing screaming cover me
f*cking around with wack Kale had to shoot the whole team
Changing my identity my b*tch just got a nose ring
Meeting you at the half time but I’m a talk a whole thing
You just an associate b*tch you is what the show bring
X at my spart at my I spark at the whole team
[Hook]
Whoa ya’ll n*gga get the money
Young n*gga ride slow, dropped a 4 for the hundred
Young n*gga roll with shotties
And your mama I can tell, lil trel somebody
Whoa ya’ll n*gga get the money
Young n*gga ride slow, dropped a 4 for the hundred
Young n*gga roll with shotties
And your mama I can tell, lil trel somebody
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