CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Woah

(Yeah)
They be like woah woah woah
They be like woah woah woah
How does Lukey
Always bring heat
Everytime he
Get up on the beat
I don't really know oh no no no
So let's talk about what I'm owed
I dun spent ten years tryna get here
Now your envious of the G.O.A.T

Couple ladies at my show
New Mercedes when I go
Bring a bad b*t*h home
E'erybody wanna know
What I'm really bout
Pop a willie give 'em smoke
Underrated to the most
Till the day I get
Eight-figure checks
It ain't even close
My music infects
They get stuck in heads
Like a bayonet
Goin crazy a**
I don't take my meds
Never made amends
With the fakest friends
I don't rap for dough
But ain't it apropos how it pays the rent
F**k a hater man I'm showin'
B*t*h a whole mac in my pocket
Ain't talkin bout an Apple phone
B*t*h you the captain of cappin'
So I get to grabbin' the strap
While I'm packin' the magnum
Cuz b*t*h I'll be bigger than ever
Sometimes I really feel like nobody's ever gonna show me no love
No no so what
This for the kiddies who was
Tellin' me in elementary that I was never gonna blow up
Oh woah woah
Moef**kas don't know Heaven I spit sh*t loco every time I flow
My mind's in a zone that could rhyme see the lime like coke
Bout time I show 'em
Bout time
I shine
Headlight, red light, stop sign
How am I
Damn my
Head up in the clouds like an airline
I'm bout to blow like volcano
1997 I been rappin' since the cradle
Witty and wicked I spit it quicker than tornadoes
I'll leave your top spinnin' like a dreidel
(Yeah)
They be like woah woah woah
They be like woah woah woah
How does Lukey
Always bring heat
Everytime he
Get up on the beat
I don't really know oh no no no
So let's talk about what I'm owed
I dun spent ten years tryna get here
Now your envious of the G.O.A.T

Ten years later but the hunger's still day one
Damn near paid it when I hit it I'ma spend a f**kin' milli on my mama
Get a couple on the lake front
Whole team winnin' I'ma let 'em eat cake cheese steak with an a1
Hip hop's callin' me to duty shoot and hit a zombie with a raygun
Bang bang a bullet in the brain catch a fade like a razor
Yeah yeah lil' b*t*h same sum'n
B*t*h-a** motherf**kers used to tell me that I wouldn't amount to nuthin'
When I started rappin' they all began laughin' thinkin' that I was trash
But really was onto somethin'
B*t*h so I kept at it like a meth addict
Now I'm on the come up with the step ladders
I dun' worked so hard I need a wet rag
Cause my sweat glands bleedin' jet black ink on the note ped
(Woah, woah, woah)
Growin' up I was gettin' picked on each day
Used to get chased no quick pay
Lot of big kids in the fifth grade
Moef**ker hit me in the face with his fist bang
Ran home cryin' with a black eye
Mama said boy you better quit playin'
This ain't the time to be a b*t*h
It's better to be the sh*t than the sh*t stain
(Woah, woah, woah)