Woah

This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off This that shit (woo) Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Look, take a bite of the forbidden fruit (yeah) John Ritter's eight simple rules Got drugs mixed with the liquor too Still got love for niggas and my bitches too (I love my niggas) Look in the mirror, yeah Mixin' my demons and ridicules See the bad bitches in the pigeon coop You know birds of a feather be flockin' together (brr) Open your eyes if you blinded to tarot Countin' my bread while she feed me injera Life is a puzzle, I piece it together I'm prayin' for peace with my hand on my heat (hand on my heat) Wish a nigga would try Wish a nigga would slide Wish a nigga would reach for my neckpiece Then I'll be a victim of my own pride, Cuzzi, man Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) This that shit Why would I hear what a broke kid a-tellin' me? Never set foot in the game, but instead, he creep (watchin') Plottin' on everything, on the red eye My connect be the embassy Big TOBi, steady on the lean like 605 Man like me never pick no side 'Less it's war, then we gon', we gon' ride Bit my style, funny Best pay the kid homage, dummy Kids on the block, they yellin', "Red truck" Boy, I've been puttin' out fire, fire, fire I put the beat in a hearse I put the heat in the verse Sell her a paper She wanna see it in person She want some meat for desert And keep it a secret, woah Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) This that shit This shit is mad, bro I'm in Mykonos, watchin' the cash flow I ain't get to the phone, I've been countin' my blessings Been reelin' it in like a lasso And I was sending heat to the last show Couldn't tell ya, I've been in my bag though Yeah, he been on a roll, but I be on roll like a crash dummy They ain't love me when never I had money (woo) But I'm livin', so please don't be sad for me I remember way back in the past when kids used to laugh at me In the back of the class, like that's funny Now I'm braggin' and showin' my ass Now the penthouse be the bachelor pad That all from the pen and the pad, homie Ayy, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Ain't we supposed to go back and forth in this shit? What the fuck? Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off (woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) This that shit This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off This that shit Woo (woo, woo)