Yeat - Woa...! lyrics

(dulio, phew, woo, Lucid, took your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley
(Woo) i don’t fuck with nobody, bitch
I'm not friendly (Woo)
I don't leave the crib without my Glock
Without my semi’ (yeah)
Woah, I don't leave without my Hemi (O oh)
I got lots of money inside my bag
Got lots of cash on me (Shh)
I don't give no fucks
I don't give no fucks at all (What?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my fuckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah
We ain't pull up just to fuck around (Phew)
Woah, fuck the law, fuck your money
I got all them honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit
I got all types of money
(All types, all types)
Every time I did, I just went, "ehh" (Ehh)
I ain't nevеr gave a fuck, I just went
"ehh-еhh" (dulio, woo, Lucid)

All this shit is fuckin’ trash, it just went
"ehh" (Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
I just boot up just to crash, and just went
"ehh" (O oh)
I know it’s bad, I know
I'm brash, I know I’m, "ehh"
(Ack) i don't boast and I don't brag
That's why I’m him (Huh, huh)
Whole lotta fuckin' money, just
To swim in it, yeah
I got deadly weapons, I got bullets in it
(Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)
I got two garages, I got twelve of 'em tinted
(Twelve, whoops)
I got four different houses
I don't know which one I'm at (Huh, huh)
I jus' been revvin' this bitch
I jus' been runnin' this shit (Huh)
Yeah, I jus' been fuckin' that bitch
I jus' been runnin' the street (What? What?)
Yeah, we gon' shoot up that bitch
Smoke 'em like Swisher Sweets (Woah, woah)
Taking a muh'fuckin' L, yeah
You a muh'fuckin' lame (yeah, ha ha)
You claimin' to really act tough, boy
You ain't in no gang (Boy, say your name)
We can get you deceased
We can get you out of this place
(Stay in your lane) bitch, that Shmunk army
We all over the place (yeah)

(dulio, phew, woo, Lucid, took your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley
(Woo) i don't fuck with nobody, bitch
I'm not friendly (Woo)
I don't leave the crib without my Glock
Without my semi' (yeah)
Woah, I don't leave without my Hemi (O oh)
I got lots of money inside my bag
Lots of cash on me (Shh)
I don't give no fucks
I don't give no fucks at all (What?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my fuckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah
We ain't pull up just to fuck around (Phew)
Woah, fuck the law, fuck your money
I got all them honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit
I got all types of money
(All types, all types)
Every time I did, I just went, "ehh" (Ehh)
I ain't never gave a fuck, I just went
"ehh ehh" (dulio, woo, Lucid)