Lyrics Yeat – Woa...!

(dulio, 力を貸して, phew, woo, Lucid, kick your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (Woo)
I don’t f*ck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (Woo)
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi’ (Yeah)
Woah, I don't leave without my Hemi (Ooh)
I got lots of money inside my bag, got lots of cash on me (Shh)
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks at all (What?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (Yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my f*ckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah, we ain't pull up just to f*ck around (Phew)
Woah, f*ck the law, f*ck your money, I got all them honey bunnies (Yeah)
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (All types, all types)
Every time I did, I just went, "ehh" (Ehh)
I ain't nevеr gave a f*ck, I just went, "ehh-еhh" (dulio, 力を貸して, woo, Lucid)

All this shit is f*ckin’ trash, it just went, "ehh" (Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
I just boot up just to crash, and just went, "ehh" (Ooh)
I know it’s bad, I know I'm brash, I know I’m, "ehh" (Ack)
I don't boast and I don't brag, that's why I’m him (Huh, huh)
Whole lotta f*ckin' money, just to swim in it, yeah
I got deadly weapons, I got bullets in it (Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom)
I got two garages, I got twelve of 'em tinted (Twelve, whoops)
I got four different houses, I don't know which one I'm at (Huh, huh)
I jus' been robbin' this bitch, I jus' been runnin' this shit (Huh)
Yeah, I jus' been f*ckin' that bitch, I jus' been runnin' the street (What? What?)
Yeah, we gon' shoot up that bitch, smoke 'em like Swisher Sweets (Woah, woah)
They cannot muh'f*ckin' air, yeah, you a muh'f*ckin' lame (Yeah, ha-ha)
You claimin' to really act tough, boy, you ain't in no gang (Boy, say your name)
We can get you deceased, we can get you out of this place (Stay in your lane)
Bitch, that Shmunk army, we all over the place (Yeah)

(dulio, 力を貸して, phew, woo, Lucid, kick your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (Woo)
I don't f*ck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (Woo)
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi' (Yeah)
Woah, I don't leave without my Hemi (Ooh)
I got lots of money inside my bag, lots of cash on me (Shh)
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks at all (What?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (Yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my f*ckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah, we ain't pull up just to f*ck around (Phew)
Woah, f*ck the law, f*ck your money, I got all them honey bunnies (Yeah)
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (All types, all types)
Every time I did, I just went, "ehh" (Ehh)
I ain't never gave a f*ck, I just went, "ehh-ehh" (dulio, 力を貸して, woo, Lucid)