Woah by Lil Keed Lyrics
[Chorus]
Woah
Know I get higher than you
Fuck my hoe then you
I ain't got no points to prove
I got lotta exotic vibes who will never approach you
I got lotta paid off cars, none are rented ooou
Nah I ain't saying trafficking, but she work for me who
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah
[Verse]
Yeah she know im a slime, run in my flesh my genes
My shooters active, 30 it's special no beam
My shooter's list they get that drop on your teams
Say you get money you trapping, where are your fiends?
It's early morning, I count the colored greens
Tucked between it, shit iron on me
That damn he broke you can't know what I mean
I be around killers, nah they ain't got no IG
Got customized drip, got fur that cover my knees
You take my chain gotta bury me, ain't going out like no hoe
Get 30k just for a show, the cars you jump in get towed
You selling something, where your post?
And I'm going straight to the moon
And you know!
[Chorus]
Woah
Know I get higher than you
Fuck my hoe then you
I ain't got no points to prove
I got lotta exotic vibes who will never approach you
I got lotta paid off cars, none are rented ooou
Nah I ain't saying trafficking, but she work for me who
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah, Woo!
[Verse]
Fuck is you doing little boy?
Yeah you know we hood I'm making the noise
I'm YSL, we making all the noise
We cause a mess we killing all these boys
All of my shooters they tatted on face
I got that money they can't chop a wraith
Going for Keed what the fuck do you mean?
[?] forgot bout her Cartier frames
I'm a big dog who cannot be tamed
In the Hellcat I can't stay in my lane
Can't feel the noise I can't feel the pain
Headshot the brain can't think
We ain't living up to think about her
I get your main hoe just to show it weared out
I got every fucking shoe I'm dripping out yea
Hit her from the back got that hoe screaming out ughhhhhhh
[Chorus]
Woah
Know I get higher than you
Fuck my hoe then you
I ain't got no points to prove
I got lotta exotic vibes who will never approach you
I got lotta paid off cars, none are rented ooou
Nah I ain't saying trafficking, but she work for me who
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah
Woah
Know I get higher than you
Fuck my hoe then you
I ain't got no points to prove
I got lotta exotic vibes who will never approach you
I got lotta paid off cars, none are rented ooou
Nah I ain't saying trafficking, but she work for me who
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah
[Verse]
Yeah she know im a slime, run in my flesh my genes
My shooters active, 30 it's special no beam
My shooter's list they get that drop on your teams
Say you get money you trapping, where are your fiends?
It's early morning, I count the colored greens
Tucked between it, shit iron on me
That damn he broke you can't know what I mean
I be around killers, nah they ain't got no IG
Got customized drip, got fur that cover my knees
You take my chain gotta bury me, ain't going out like no hoe
Get 30k just for a show, the cars you jump in get towed
You selling something, where your post?
And I'm going straight to the moon
And you know!
[Chorus]
Woah
Know I get higher than you
Fuck my hoe then you
I ain't got no points to prove
I got lotta exotic vibes who will never approach you
I got lotta paid off cars, none are rented ooou
Nah I ain't saying trafficking, but she work for me who
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah, Woo!
[Verse]
Fuck is you doing little boy?
Yeah you know we hood I'm making the noise
I'm YSL, we making all the noise
We cause a mess we killing all these boys
All of my shooters they tatted on face
I got that money they can't chop a wraith
Going for Keed what the fuck do you mean?
[?] forgot bout her Cartier frames
I'm a big dog who cannot be tamed
In the Hellcat I can't stay in my lane
Can't feel the noise I can't feel the pain
Headshot the brain can't think
We ain't living up to think about her
I get your main hoe just to show it weared out
I got every fucking shoe I'm dripping out yea
Hit her from the back got that hoe screaming out ughhhhhhh
[Chorus]
Woah
Know I get higher than you
Fuck my hoe then you
I ain't got no points to prove
I got lotta exotic vibes who will never approach you
I got lotta paid off cars, none are rented ooou
Nah I ain't saying trafficking, but she work for me who
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah