WHOAA Lyrics

I don't deal with fucking hope, man

Hope, hope you gonna pay your goddamn rent

I know I'm not going nowhere

If your hope, hope don't work

You've never heard no rich, powerful motherfucker say hope

Whoaa

Feel the magic in the air, Let it go

Let your fears out

Let it all go No tears now

Whoaa

This is the show

This the power, this the static, all glow

Whoaa

This what it feel like

This is on-site

This is what I'm made for

Whoaa

This is clear

I don't play fair

Haters stop and stare

Magic's in the air

This is so unfair

But I don't care

Drip Rick Flare

Fire, fire, call the bear

She said she want my pee-pee

Want to get freaky

I fuck her to some chief-keef

Buss it till she leak leak

Now she on my wee-wee

Saying that she need me

You paying for the pussy and I get that shit for free-fee

All in the past, all of my pain, I'm letting go

Sorrow and anger's engineered to steal your soul

Surrounded by dealers and killers and users that don't give a shit

Where it's a cold world and love don't exist

I don't think you understand life

Ok I'll say it

This is how we play

Kool weirdos in this bitch

Now watch how we fillet

Knock, knock

Criminal minded but I think outside the box

Whoaa

Feel the magic in the air, Let it go

Let your fears out

Let it all go No tears now

Whoaa

This is the show

This the power, this the static, all glow

Whoaa

This what it feel like

This is on-site

This is what I'm made for

Whoaa

Trying to look good

I ain't trying to be trapped

Mike and Mary's for the trees in my back

I done lost me some money

And got it right back

Yeah, I'm running it up til my pockets is fat

Would've thought I was boosting

How I'm chasing the sack

And she loving my drip and she loving my swag

But I can't wife a bitch cause these bitches is wack

Up is the way ain't no other way

If it ain't by the bag, go the other way

I'ma do, I'ma say what I want to say

I'ma kill anyone and won't leave a trace

In a Raf, color cake but it's still in space

I'm ahead of you niggas but still in pace

This parada my drip

I don't need no lace

And your bitch ain't gon' think if she see my face

Member them nights that we hated apartments

Gotta get it, ain't no other option

Bitch, it's Chanel

Can't you tell by the garments

Ruth Chris, for them times that we starving

Never leave my brothers like I was Marvin

Never started, but now a nigga ballin'

When it rains, it pours

But I stay hoodied up

If it ain't one of us, then I don't give a fuck

Member night, we were stuck and we hide in the

ah come on

If I got it, you got it

See p ain't no chuck

Yeah we all gonna eat

Yeah my cloth of a cut

Now these bitches around and they all wanna fuck

Whoaa

Feel the magic in the air, Let it go

Let your fears out

Let it all go No tears now

Whoaa

This is the show

This the power, this the static, all glow

Whoaa

This what it feel like

This is on-site

This is what I'm made for

Whoaa