[Intro]
Yeah
And I heard one of the Woos (Shoutout 808Melo, yeah)
Caught a nigga named
Ooh (Ooh), Ooh (Ooh)
Huh, haha (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus]
And I heard one of the Woos (Ooh, huh, woo)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (Ooh)
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh, huh)
Ooh (Ooh), ha
Ooh (Ooh), ha
Ooh (Ooh, look, uh)
[Verse 1]
I brought the demons out to play (Huh, I brought the demons out to play, uh, look)
I keep the bitches for the gang (Huh, I keep the bitches for the gang, uh, look)
Send me the addy, I'm coming your way
I tell my shooters to get in they place
They want to shoot a nigga in his face (Baow)
I tell them chill, they couldn't wait
I sent a man down, niggas calling me, making me hot
Somebody got shot (Baow), they be going through a lot (Baow), huh
And I ain't Ja Morant, I ain't just flashin' no chopp'
I don't hear no tunes from the opps
Atlantic, huh, let that lil' nigga drop (Baow)
I got a shooter with me he ain't coming for peace talks (Nah)
See a opp and he reach off (Grrt)
For the .40, no recoil (Baow)
They shootin' and passin' like they playin' B-ball (Baow)
And no, he not a marksman (Nah)
He ain't shootin' from deep, nah, we pull up in like three cars (Baow)
Hop out in the middle of the street (Skrrt, baow)
And let heat off (Uh, uh)
Fuck all this fame shit, we with all of the gang shit (Uh)
And we still moving dangerous
When that .40 go (Baow)
It's speaking my language, that .40 my favorite (Ah)
They wanted that hot sauce (Uh)
He know if he catch a body, that money get dropped off (Baow), huh
That money get dropped off, huh (Uh)
I get an opp nigga knocked off (I will)
We run in the crib we don't knock doors (Nah)
He see his face and we pop off (Baow)
I hope that being an opp is somethin' to die for
Yeah
And I heard one of the Woos (Shoutout 808Melo, yeah)
Caught a nigga named
Ooh (Ooh), Ooh (Ooh)
Huh, haha (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus]
And I heard one of the Woos (Ooh, huh, woo)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (Ooh)
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh, huh)
Ooh (Ooh), ha
Ooh (Ooh), ha
Ooh (Ooh, look, uh)
[Verse 1]
I brought the demons out to play (Huh, I brought the demons out to play, uh, look)
I keep the bitches for the gang (Huh, I keep the bitches for the gang, uh, look)
Send me the addy, I'm coming your way
I tell my shooters to get in they place
They want to shoot a nigga in his face (Baow)
I tell them chill, they couldn't wait
I sent a man down, niggas calling me, making me hot
Somebody got shot (Baow), they be going through a lot (Baow), huh
And I ain't Ja Morant, I ain't just flashin' no chopp'
I don't hear no tunes from the opps
Atlantic, huh, let that lil' nigga drop (Baow)
I got a shooter with me he ain't coming for peace talks (Nah)
See a opp and he reach off (Grrt)
For the .40, no recoil (Baow)
They shootin' and passin' like they playin' B-ball (Baow)
And no, he not a marksman (Nah)
He ain't shootin' from deep, nah, we pull up in like three cars (Baow)
Hop out in the middle of the street (Skrrt, baow)
And let heat off (Uh, uh)
Fuck all this fame shit, we with all of the gang shit (Uh)
And we still moving dangerous
When that .40 go (Baow)
It's speaking my language, that .40 my favorite (Ah)
They wanted that hot sauce (Uh)
He know if he catch a body, that money get dropped off (Baow), huh
That money get dropped off, huh (Uh)
I get an opp nigga knocked off (I will)
We run in the crib we don't knock doors (Nah)
He see his face and we pop off (Baow)
I hope that being an opp is somethin' to die for
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