21 Savage - Woah

Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches skirt skirt
I was selling dope when I was fourteen fourteen
Re'in up with fifty what the fuck you mean fuck you niggas mean
The fuck you niggas mean 21 21
Robbed em for two bands back there by the park
Don't you pull down in them 'partments after dark don't you do it
Five niggas five choppas and a brick a hard brick a hard
Neighbor callin 12 she say we making noise making noise
I pull up in the coupe you know it push start push start
I been jumped in the street I had a push start blatt blatt
Drank sippin lane switching with the gang bitch gang bitch
Girl stop you know your baby daddy lame bitch that nigga lame bitch
You say you wanna shoot we on the same shit bloaw bloaw
The shit a nigga tote will make a plane flip pew pew pew
VVS's make a nigga chain drip drip drip
Choppa flip a nigga like Liu Kang kicks hiyukan

Smokin' outta bag Woah
Count a lotta cash Woah
Drank a lotta syrup Woah
Pop a lotta xans Woah
Cook a lotta bricks Woah
Hit a lotta licks Woah
Tote a lotta sticks Woah
Fuck a niggas bitch Woah
Pull up in a Porsche Woah
Pull up in a 'Rari Woah
Pull up on a Harley Woah
Bitch I beg your pardon Woah
I been getting money Woah
You been doing nothing Woah
Baby daddy sorry Woah
I been counting hundreds Woah

Bitch you know your baby daddy sorry hoe he sorry hoe
I pull up in a Benz and a 'Rari hoe in a 'Rari hoe
Valet walk up on me when I hit the door skirt skirt
I take that double cup and then I pour a fo' mudd mudd
I'm sippin codeine on the plane jack on the plane jack
First class shit with the gang jack 21 21 21
How much you gon' pay me for your chain back your chain back
Pussy ass nigga got his chain snatched pussy
21 Gang you know I claim that 21 21
These niggas say they shooting where your aim at 21 21 21
Niggas say they banging got they stain snatched pew pew
Boy you know you been a lame since like way back blatt blatt blatt
I pull up on your hoe and then I dick her down I dick her down
Ridin' round the city with a hundred pounds shhhhhhhh
Ridin' through your hood with a hundred rounds pew pew pew
If I catch a play

Smokin' outta bag Woah
Count a lotta cash Woah
Drank a lotta syrup Woah
Pop a lotta xans Woah
Cook a lotta bricks Woah
Hit a lotta licks Woah
Tote a lotta sticks Woah
Fuck a niggas bitch Woah
Pull up in a Porsche Woah
Pull up in a 'Rari Woah
Pull up on a Harley Woah
Bitch I beg your pardon Woah
I been getting money Woah
You been doing nothing Woah
Baby daddy sorry Woah
I been counting hundreds Woah