WHOA. Lyrics

Trippin off the sauce tipsy as I walk

Yeah I came and I stumbled in

And I double dipped into the punch bowl

Got punch drunk got a little stoned

Wasted so much time wasting all my time

Letting all you fake bitches come and speak

When you ain't got shit to say

Pitch it to the sun I don't give a fuck

I don't give a damn I just don't have time

Back the fuck on up or get in line

I'm not shaking hands I'm not kissing kids

I'm no role model don't look up to him

He's a demon he's a monster once you see the real face you'll understand

No bark all bite like a thief in the night lock up your kids

Lock up your wife Lock up your house taking everything even the couch

Real G's move in silence and were quieter then a fucking church mouse

Drive it like its stolen police keep knocking we don't know shit

The waters too deep for you to go in

Fuck that I'm diving in

Bitch

And I'm coming from the crown take it from your head like Flatbush said you're better off dead

Coming in your whip Indiana jones got a big stick smacking all you hoes

And what's funny is I'm whiter then some fucking wonder bread with some mayonnaise

Better check your head some screws are lose also check your shoes cuz you smell like shit

You're a fucking fake better go get you a new job

Better go find you a new hobby

Set you bitches free like a young Doby

Tattoos all on my body I ain't afraid of no needle prick

You ain't shit just a little needle dick

You're bitch don't feel it when you force it in

Blegh