CORRECT LYRICS
Woah, woah
Woah!
Yeah
Mama told me i'm a legend in the making
We still go juggin' don't know how i'm gonna make it, yea, yuh
Ha, for real though, yuh
n***a want smoke we gon kill bro
Big bro still in the field though, woah
Still tryna count up a mil' though, woah, woah
All red coupe with the engine in the rear though, woah
These n***as lame, they weirdos, woah
Other n***as nah I don't fear those, yea
M's in the bank, yeah i'm near those, yea
Still tryna cop me a enzo
Nah we ain't f**kin' with the rental, nah
Huh, yea, nah we ain't f**king with the rentals
All State coupe yea the enzo to benzo
Talkin' that sh*t get popped like a pimple
I hit a bag, lil boy its so simple
One more beat sh*t, these n***as [?]
Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
He got a stick boy we know that boy ain't spraying
All on her knees, but that b*t*h ain't praying
Came with a beam, n***a we ain't playing
Yuh, [?]
They don't wanna talk, these n***as they be playing
They don't wanna talk, these n***as they be paying
Ha, ha, [?], moved that, good dope moved that
Oh you gotta a stick, huh shoot that
G26 make a lil n***a move back
Yea, move back
Yea, knew that
n***as be broke, I knew that
n***as be broke, I knew that
Yeah
Mama told me i'm a legend in the making
We still go juggin' don't know how i'm gonna make it, yea, yuh
Ha, for real though, yuh
n***a want smoke we gon kill bro
Big bro still in the field though, woah
Still tryna count up a mil' though, woah, woah
All red coupe with the engine in the rear though, woah
These n***as lame, they weirdos, woah
Other n***as nah I don't fear those, yea
M's in the bank, yeah i'm near those, yea
Still tryna cop me a enzo
Nah we ain't f**kin' with the rental, nah
Woah, woah, woah
It's Surreal Gang Lil b*t*h haha
Eddie Gianni
Woah
Woah, whats that on my teeth, baby thats diamonds
Rich and Mill' plain, perfect timing
On a lil PJ, baby i'm flying
Tramadol, Tramadol high as a pilot
I don't trust these hoes I got mileage
Lil ass pockets they childish
These lame n***as so childish
She said Autumn uh you so stylish
Woah!
Ha, I need some bands hit up Weiland
Yea, these lil n***as be wilding, huh
That lil hoe off a molly
Lets go hit up [?]
She pop it like a Olly
That's another body
Christian Dior on my shoes
Came in this bih with my troops
Came-Came with that gleek, i'm gon shoot
Subi jeans, no [?]
.223 right at your roof
[?], RPMs right through the roof
Yeah! yeah! yeah!
Eddie Gianni
Woah! woah!
Perc 10, yeah ok
Semi, yeah ok
100 bands, uh ok
It's Surreal Gang Lil b*t*h haha
Lean, lean, lean, ok
Copy, we gon spray
I can't go out sad no way, no
Woah, whats that on my teeth, baby thats diamonds
Rich and Mill' plain, perfect timing
On a lil PJ, baby i'm flying
[?], [?], high as a pilot
I don't trust these hoes I got mileage
Lil ass pockets they childish
These lame n***as so childish
She said Autumn uh you so stylish
Woah!
Lyrics : Field* / Private Jet!
Woah, woah
Woah!
Yeah
Mama told me i'm a legend in the making
We still go juggin' don't know how i'm gonna make it, yea, yuh
Ha, for real though, yuh
n***a want smoke we gon kill bro
Big bro still in the field though, woah
Still tryna count up a mil' though, woah, woah
All red coupe with the engine in the rear though, woah
These n***as lame, they weirdos, woah
Other n***as nah I don't fear those, yea
M's in the bank, yeah i'm near those, yea
Still tryna cop me a enzo
Nah we ain't f**kin' with the rental, nah
Huh, yea, nah we ain't f**king with the rentals
All State coupe yea the enzo to benzo
Talkin' that sh*t get popped like a pimple
I hit a bag, lil boy its so simple
One more beat sh*t, these n***as [?]
Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
He got a stick boy we know that boy ain't spraying
All on her knees, but that b*t*h ain't praying
Came with a beam, n***a we ain't playing
Yuh, [?]
They don't wanna talk, these n***as they be playing
They don't wanna talk, these n***as they be paying
Ha, ha, [?], moved that, good dope moved that
Oh you gotta a stick, huh shoot that
G26 make a lil n***a move back
Yea, move back
Yea, knew that
n***as be broke, I knew that
n***as be broke, I knew that
Yeah
Mama told me i'm a legend in the making
We still go juggin' don't know how i'm gonna make it, yea, yuh
Ha, for real though, yuh
n***a want smoke we gon kill bro
Big bro still in the field though, woah
Still tryna count up a mil' though, woah, woah
All red coupe with the engine in the rear though, woah
These n***as lame, they weirdos, woah
Other n***as nah I don't fear those, yea
M's in the bank, yeah i'm near those, yea
Still tryna cop me a enzo
Nah we ain't f**kin' with the rental, nah
Woah, woah, woah
It's Surreal Gang Lil b*t*h haha
Eddie Gianni
Woah
Woah, whats that on my teeth, baby thats diamonds
Rich and Mill' plain, perfect timing
On a lil PJ, baby i'm flying
Tramadol, Tramadol high as a pilot
I don't trust these hoes I got mileage
Lil ass pockets they childish
These lame n***as so childish
She said Autumn uh you so stylish
Woah!
Ha, I need some bands hit up Weiland
Yea, these lil n***as be wilding, huh
That lil hoe off a molly
Lets go hit up [?]
She pop it like a Olly
That's another body
Christian Dior on my shoes
Came in this bih with my troops
Came-Came with that gleek, i'm gon shoot
Subi jeans, no [?]
.223 right at your roof
[?], RPMs right through the roof
Yeah! yeah! yeah!
Eddie Gianni
Woah! woah!
Perc 10, yeah ok
Semi, yeah ok
100 bands, uh ok
It's Surreal Gang Lil b*t*h haha
Lean, lean, lean, ok
Copy, we gon spray
I can't go out sad no way, no
Woah, whats that on my teeth, baby thats diamonds
Rich and Mill' plain, perfect timing
On a lil PJ, baby i'm flying
[?], [?], high as a pilot
I don't trust these hoes I got mileage
Lil ass pockets they childish
These lame n***as so childish
She said Autumn uh you so stylish
Woah!
