Chief Keef, Tadoe, Capo - Whoa lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Tadoe, Capo - Whoa lyrics]
(ISO) whoooaaa
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That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like
"Whoa" i know she wanna glo up, baby
I ain't talking 'bout yo clothes
Girl, get the fuck out my face
If you ain't tryna go
Can't beef with a broke nigga
I'm 'bout my bankrolls
First time she see me like, "Whoa"
And when a opp see me
I'ma up this fifty like, "Whoa"
Run up on me, get back like, "Whoa"
And it's too many of y'all
So 'bout two of y'all gettin' poled
Getting poled like, "Whoa"
And all that money and them
Clothes and them guns
Nah, that shit ain't yours
Got a Glock 17 that blow
It'll blow like, "Whoa"
Thots wearing they best friend Prada
Girl know them not yours
Looking at y'all like, "Whoa"
And we did want twenty
Now we want fifty-five for a show
Pull up on us like, "Whoa"
And if you ain't got our money
We ain't showing up to no shows whoa
Whoa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choke
I told that bitch, "Don't fuck
I want throat"
But bitch after this top, you gotta go
I just blew some racks at the store
Can't shop at JB's, not no more
Just spent fifty hunnid on this blow
Trappin' all summer 'til it snow
All white Forgis on the floor
All white mansion look like coke
Just got a hunnid bricks, fresh off the boat
They gone super quick, connect like, "Whoa"
And these fuck niggas know I tote
I do a drill while she roll my smoke
This kickback from this nickel, I'm like
"Whoa"
I send some shots, I almost hit his throat
That fuck nigga lucky I was off this fo'
I come back in the morning
Won't miss no more
She seen me in the store, spending rolls
She know I sell coke just by my clothes
I'm smoking thoink, this shit got me like
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like
"Whoa" i know she wanna glo up, baby
I ain't talking 'bout yo clothes
Girl, get the fuck out my face
If you ain't tryna go
Can't beef with a broke nigga
I'm 'bout my bankrolls
First time she see me like, "Whoa"
And when a opp see me
I'ma up this fifty like, "Whoa"
Run up on me, get back like, "Whoa"
And it's too many of y'all
So 'bout two of y'all gettin' poled
Getting poled like, "Whoa"
And all that money and them
Clothes and them guns
Nah, that shit ain't yours
Got a Glock 17 that blow
It'll blow like, "Whoa"
Thots wearing they best friend Prada
Girl know them not yours
Looking at y'all like, "Whoa"
And we did want twenty
Now we want fifty-five for a show
Pull up on us like, "Whoa"
And if you ain't got our money
We ain't showing up to no shows whoa
Whoa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choke
I told that bitch, "Don't fuck
I want throat"
But bitch after this top, you gotta go
I just blew some racks at the store
Can't shop at JB's, not no more
Just spent fifty hunnid on this blow
Trappin' all summer 'til it snow
All white Forgis on the floor
All white mansion look like coke
Just got a hunnid bricks, fresh off the boat
They gone super quick, connect like, "Whoa"
And these fuck niggas know I tote
I do a drill while she roll my smoke
This kickback from this nickel, I'm like
"Whoa"
I send some shots, I almost hit his throat
That fuck nigga lucky I was off this fo'
I come back in the morning
Won't miss no more
She seen me in the store, spending rolls
She know I sell coke just by my clothes
I'm smoking thoink, this shit got me like
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa whoooaaa
Whoooaaa