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Whoa
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Whoa was released on October 8, 2025 by Cegular Records/Santa Anna as a part of the album Red Flags & Roses
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pradabagshawty
Pradabagshawty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charkel Kelley
Charkel Kelley
Composer
London Golston
London Golston
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dstarkel
Dstarkel
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
You rockin' with Dstarkel, lil' bitch
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
Yeah, yo
[Chorus]
I'm choppin' shit up like sensei
10 mil', Young Prada on go
She trippin' online like every day
I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain't gotta pull out no loan
I'm hopin' my drugs don't run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, ****, stand down
Pull up on him, make a **** eat the floor
Racks up, I ain't never had a handout
Young **** tryna get sum'n goin'
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'
[Verse 1]
Big Glock on me, yeah, the .40
Fully everything, bitch, I'm going
Bit' tryna act like she for me
Fineshyt need an Oscar trophy
I'm peepin' everything that's goin' (What?)
Signed a deal, bust down my Rollie
Two-tone AP, holy moly
Mini Drac' on me, I stole it
Hotbox, paper tags, Range Rover
I cheated but you was goin'
Do the dash, we ain't pullin' over
Racks on the bih', talm 'bout she ain't spoiled
Glock got a kit, it hold more than forty
Telling my bidness, shawty, it's over
Whatever you do, just move how you 'posed to
I stay with my brew, locked in, we got motion
[Chorus]
I'm choppin' shit up, like sensei
10 mil', Young Prada on go
She trippin' online like every day
I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain't gotta pull out no loan
I'm hopin' my drugs don't run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, ****, stand down
Pull up on him, make a **** eat the floor
Racks up, I ain't never had a handout
Young **** tryna get sum'n goin'
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'
[Chorus]
I'm choppin' shit up, like sensei
10 mil', Young Prada on go
She trippin' online like every day
I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain't gotta pull out no loan
I'm hopin' my drugs don't run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, ****, stand down
Pull up on him, make a **** eat the floor
Racks up, I ain't never had a handout
Young **** tryna get sum'n goin'
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'
Written by: Charkel Kelley, London Woods
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