Woo

Mo' to the rap life then app likes Tryna keep up witta wave until it capsize Tryna keep the kid down until I hack ties Yah they say they got the bars but they snack size Boy I got that woo, woo Boy I got that uh-huh Boy I got that fiya Comin', comin' through yeah Boy I got that woo, woo Boy I got that uh-huh Boy I got that fiya Comin', comin' through yeah Boy I got that woo (Woo!), boy I got that calm down Boy I got that neva catch me slippin' in some Toms now Boy I got that (Uh-huh!), nod if you rockin' with me Dappin' up everybody includin' those who ain't got me Boy I got that (Fiya!), wax like a Yankee Candle Torch is Olympic, I'm prolific with the slaps like a sandal Pistol Pete with the handles, I dish it out for the mammals Landalin, I'm tryna channel in a drought like a camel, so yo Bump a hump day, we rollin' up that skunk spray Do like J. Alba, get the punks pay, then I upgrade Ooh I bet I duck hate, Huey, Dewey, Louie too Neva fakin', layin' cats flat like a Looney Tune I'm schoolin' all you fools like a tutorin' session But who'd've thought the best outta here would neva shoot a weapon But, still could lay the shit down in lyric aggression In all of my sessions I gotta combo wit it like Tekken I got that woo, woo Boy I got that uh-huh Boy I got that fiya Comin', comin' through yeah Boy I got that woo, woo Boy I got that uh-huh Boy I got that fiya Comin', comin' through yeah I am that boy, flowin' out my shell like I was Blastoise Yah they say they clap toys, but ain't got the rhythm They tryna be they favorite rappers but them shoes don't fit 'em I guess that's why they slippin', trippin' on who be wit 'em Instead of coming up with punchlines that's movin' 'n' shit Ya'll huddle round a fuckin' bottle like ya'll doin' some shit But really ya'll ain't doin' nothin' but messin' up for the rest of us They payin' for they followers and I'm just tryna bless it up Ignorance could be a bliss or a bitch if you dress it up Prolly why these internet rappers be tryna flex it up We ain't really trippin' the procedure like we checkin' up Plain and Simple we applyin' pressure ain't no lettin' up Couldn't write a betta script then this, you couldn't set it up Swear the shit's a sandbox to me, ya'll be tethered up Ten toes to the ground 'til my Vans weathered up The cul-de-sac cat about to level up, boy I got that- woo