
Woah Woah Yung Mal (Ft. Lil Gotit)
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[Intro: Yung Mal]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Iceburg, bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like we won a Rose Bowl
Pull up in them Benzos, we don't ride no Volvo
They blowin' up my phone, lines tied, put 'em on, ho
If I go, then the gang go
Bitch, I got a bankroll
I drip down to my ankles
When you slide through the 6, boy, you gotta keep that thing close
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
I keep that blicky close, I gotta keep a bankroll (Okay, let's go)
Ridin' through the city of Atlanta, ain't no way I can go
Stood right in the storm with a Dior raincoat
I just hopped out of the Jag like, "Where the rain go?"
Let's go, let's go
I can blow your name up, I can blow your brains up
Say he hot, so flame him (Hot)
Lil' nigga, get your weight up (Blrrrd)
In her mouth likе retainers
Can't no young nigga game us
Pullеd up some nameless
She say money gotta gang us
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Iceburg, bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like we won a Rose Bowl
Pull up in them Benzos, we don't ride no Volvo
They blowin' up my phone, lines tied, put 'em on, ho
If I go, then the gang go
Bitch, I got a bankroll
I drip down to my ankles
When you slide through the 6, boy, you gotta keep that thing close
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
I keep that blicky close, I gotta keep a bankroll (Okay, let's go)
Ridin' through the city of Atlanta, ain't no way I can go
Stood right in the storm with a Dior raincoat
I just hopped out of the Jag like, "Where the rain go?"
Let's go, let's go
I can blow your name up, I can blow your brains up
Say he hot, so flame him (Hot)
Lil' nigga, get your weight up (Blrrrd)
In her mouth likе retainers
Can't no young nigga game us
Pullеd up some nameless
She say money gotta gang us
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