Woah by Escobars (AL) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kwengface]
I met this thot, she from Richie side
She hold my blicky tight, see I can't lie
Like I'm Cardi B, but she that Nicki type
Hair long as fuck, shit like on her nails
Tattoos on her thigh
Switched it up, had to flow like Von
'Cause that's been on my mind
Said her ex one was a loser
This ting wanna blow my chode
When I rock and roll with a sh-, with a shooter
Brownskin one, she a cougar
Hallelujah, the things I learn on road, nah
You can't learn that from a tutor, it's ruth, cuz'
I'm a fuckin' earner, ain't no fuckin' worker
Everywhere I go, I bring my fuckin' black burner
If I see an opp, on sight murder
If these yutes still ghost a nigga, I'm the fuckin' hearder
Hе got put to rest, damn, mad ting, sad ting
Nuff time that I've been 'round Brandon
On a mad ting, tryna lеave man blankin'
Just caught me an opp boy, yucked him down
Wheeze and panic
I can't even lie that's numerous shankings
[Chorus: Escobars]
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
[Verse 2: Escobars]
Bad B on this, straight from the trap to flippin' packs
It's stupid rich, came from the road
But on the mad ting, to moving bits
Hundred albos pull up, your whole block just shot up
Skorpion, no Drizzy, but the ting gets 6 shots blow off
Bare opps just drop out and my diamonds dance like Future
Bus belongs to the streets, no Future
'Cah I got a sweet one tucked up
Yeah, she's got a big back like Steph and she hold my burner
This London boy is a real big earner
Yeah, I move keys, no Mozart and the way I drill go Picasso
And the way I run roads like Usain Bolt
And her face on numerous sad tings
My chick she bad, my chick mad, my chick wavy
Keep it real for a G, so I keep it real for my lady
Yeah, my akhi Bound just pulled up
And you know [?], 18, real lit
Pull out the red panties, baby
Came from the mud, she's got my back
She's no diva, my señorita, she loves me like Halo's Bieber
[Chorus: Escobars]
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
I met this thot, she from Richie side
She hold my blicky tight, see I can't lie
Like I'm Cardi B, but she that Nicki type
Hair long as fuck, shit like on her nails
Tattoos on her thigh
Switched it up, had to flow like Von
'Cause that's been on my mind
Said her ex one was a loser
This ting wanna blow my chode
When I rock and roll with a sh-, with a shooter
Brownskin one, she a cougar
Hallelujah, the things I learn on road, nah
You can't learn that from a tutor, it's ruth, cuz'
I'm a fuckin' earner, ain't no fuckin' worker
Everywhere I go, I bring my fuckin' black burner
If I see an opp, on sight murder
If these yutes still ghost a nigga, I'm the fuckin' hearder
Hе got put to rest, damn, mad ting, sad ting
Nuff time that I've been 'round Brandon
On a mad ting, tryna lеave man blankin'
Just caught me an opp boy, yucked him down
Wheeze and panic
I can't even lie that's numerous shankings
[Chorus: Escobars]
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
[Verse 2: Escobars]
Bad B on this, straight from the trap to flippin' packs
It's stupid rich, came from the road
But on the mad ting, to moving bits
Hundred albos pull up, your whole block just shot up
Skorpion, no Drizzy, but the ting gets 6 shots blow off
Bare opps just drop out and my diamonds dance like Future
Bus belongs to the streets, no Future
'Cah I got a sweet one tucked up
Yeah, she's got a big back like Steph and she hold my burner
This London boy is a real big earner
Yeah, I move keys, no Mozart and the way I drill go Picasso
And the way I run roads like Usain Bolt
And her face on numerous sad tings
My chick she bad, my chick mad, my chick wavy
Keep it real for a G, so I keep it real for my lady
Yeah, my akhi Bound just pulled up
And you know [?], 18, real lit
Pull out the red panties, baby
Came from the mud, she's got my back
She's no diva, my señorita, she loves me like Halo's Bieber
[Chorus: Escobars]
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-
Whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it
Grab it, load it, cock that ting and bang it
Bad ting, mad ting
Yeah, you know that ting got handled
You know that your ting got handled
You know that opp got-