WOOSHIE BOUN (P) Lyrics

Yeah, I'm in that mode, I can't lose

Yeah, your friends are baddies, holdin' jatties looking like candy, ooh

These niggas been blurrin' my style for a while and I ain't jackin' it

This shit be blasphemous

I pop out bag with it

I feel like draggin' it

Shit, hmm, who run this shit? Riddle me this

They copy the sauce and then they dip

Let's get a one time for the killers

One time here for the realers

Now one time for the thrillers

This that wooshie boun, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun oh, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun

Now I'm trippin' I'm ready for hots

These niggas is pop, that bitch ain't it, she feelin' like a bop

I ain't judgin' but I'm judgin'

I ain't gunnin' but I'm gunnin'

Damn you laced, jersey in this bitch, let's get that straight

This that wooshie boun, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun oh, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun oh, this that wooshie boun

This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun