Raw-B, ZDIORX, Litty Benji - Whoa! lyrics

Turn it up woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold up, Wop, you made this?
Its a Litty Benji party yeah, yeah, yeah

Pull up to the party and raise up a toast
Reaching my goals and you boys goin' Ghost
They pay in advance 'cause
They likin' my flow
Doin' my dance, go hit you with the woah

Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jumpin' on stage at the show (Show)
This is my year, 'bout to blow (Blow)
At the photoshoot like "Pose" (Pose)
I'm about savin' these souls (souls)
Pastor said "Reap what you sow"
Drippin' right down to my toes (Drip)
Im with team Litty for sure
I know some homies that ride wit' a stick
Mess with the clique get hit with a script
This all in one take
It's straight off the rip quarantine clean
I look likе a mint, woah, woah, yeah
You cannot stop my shine (Yeah)
This is my timе, I'm in my prime, ayy
(Yeah! Yeah) me and my God and a mic
No candles on me, but I'm shinin' a light
(Talk to 'em)
I feel like Jordan, take flight
I run up the score and
I'm doin' what's right, Ayy
(Sheesh) i don't condone the fights
But me and team Litty, we pull up on sight
Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pull up to the party and raise up a toast
Reaching my goals and you boys goin' Ghost
They pay in advance 'cause
They likin' my flow
Doin' my dance, go hit you with the woah

Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah

Woah
I'm doin' my dance like I'm MJ​ (Shoot)
I'm twenty-three like I'm MJ​​ (Swish)
In other words, I been great (Yeah)
Sick on the beat like corona (Sick)
Cut they heads off of the cobras (Shoot)
Y'all meet the minimum quota (Yeah)
I go beyond with Jehovah (Zoom)
I might go viral on camera (Ayo)
You goin' viral with scandalous (You do)
I'm hella high with no cannabis
Let 'em know I feel so fabulous
Even with bandages came up with savages
Never late to any practices
Some of my frenemies cancerous
Cut 'em off, now I be balancin' (Come on)
Woah, woah
You out of your mind if you countin' me out
Bro got the gate when I wasn't allowed
You gettin' tired from chasing the clout
I'm got a mile, impressin' the scouts
(Yeah)
I'm doin' me, I don't follow the crowd
(Uh, uh)
Turn up that joint it's about to get loud
(Wait)
Me and the homies be gettin' too wild
Oh, sheesh!

Pull up to the party and raise up a toast
Reaching my goals and you boys goin' Ghost
They pay in advance 'cause
They likin' my flow
Doin' my dance, go hit you with the woah

Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah