Whoa! Lyrics

On the interstate, ride with a strap and a blessing

All these risk I done took swear I learned me some lessons

In Atlanta with scammers, damn near adolescents

I be all on them shops trying to find some new methods

Ima spend it and spend it again if I know that it's green

Chillin with niggas who already know how to get it

I swear that they don't got no dreams

I was rolling them craps, every time I hit a six or a eight, I was side betting

But I hit me a three

Thought I was out of bounds, but I had side space so I drop me a three

I got a bitch overseas

She know that ima real P

I used to ride with them

I used to ride with them Ps

Try me wrong yea you'll get

Yea you know I'll make em bleed

Freaky bitch she call me papa

I'm knowing why she don't wanna leave

Ride round the city, won't put nothing in it, until I look at it, I see it's on E

Even if she a real one, won't spend nothing on her that's until I see she a freak

I be going on tour, I be gone for some weeks

I might take a trip just to adore the beach

Met a cougar from Texas she 43

I met her in Atlanta, she a Georgia peach

Ride with a whole lotta shots, all I need is bout two or three

I'm feeling like Boosie, two bitches in the backseat kissing, wanting to do a threesome

Whole lotta people I needed, I don't like to speak, they ain't even know that I need em

Whole lotta people who called me, we talked, when I called them I swear that it went to the beeper

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Ride with a lot just in case niggas try me

On the road to the riches, if you a fuck nigga

I say better watch how you driving

If you poppin them pills, and you turn into a J

And you think it's gone fly if you try me

I swear I turn you into the pilot

I just look at the shop and spend two or three dollars

And buy everything that's inside it

I got a bitch on a diet, everything I do yea she like it

Even if I got a lighter, I can't match you I ride with them strikers

All of this shit I done faced, you can't be in my space, you ain't smoking exotic

I'm the same nigga, never changed, I remember things when I was a toddler

I don't want it, I already got it

See the sun when them days lookin cloudy

I slide in a Nissan like fuck a Audi

Can't fuck with no nigga or bitch who be pouting

I put my faith up in God I got power

I put my faith in my rod please don't doubt it

This shit in my pocket can't fit in no wallet

Whole lotta dollars, I'm spitting this game feel like Gillie and Wallo

Ride round the city give a fuck about a pothole

My bitches sadity, give a fuck bout a thot hoe

But I ride with a ratchet just like Sukihana, my bitch she a freak she speak like Sukihana

She know I get bucks like I live in Milwaukee

She want me pull up and come taste her lasagna, but real Gs move in silence like Giannis

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