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This is Woo
Woo
This is crip
Ayo shit
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Ayo shit
Huh? (grrr)
Fuck what you talking ′bout, nigga? (baow)
Huh? (baow)
Stupid (baow)
It's thirty-two in the clip, nigga (woo, grrr, woo, baow)
Baow, movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like, like

Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I′m clutch (woo)
Tell 'em: "Come spin my block"
(Hahahaha), tell 'em: "Come, send them shots"
You ain′t no shooter (at all), baow, you just tote that chop (woo)
You don′t want beef, you just want some props (haha)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch, I′m too sauced
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (yeah)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (yeah)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they)
Look, but please don′t act silly (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (yeah, grrah)
They gon′ think I'm a dizzy

Bitch, I'm a sleaze, baow (sleaze)
Give a fuck who you be (give a fuck who you be)
Yeah, I fuck wit′ them real niggas (real niggas), who fuckin′ wit' me
Don′t ask if I'm GDK (at all, at all)
Nigga, I′m EBK (EBK)
Fuck the judge and the DEA (fuck them niggas)
Suck dick if you feel a way
I'm a lil′ body but I tote like a big
Body 'cause I put in that pain (baow)
I walk with that lil' body but I back out
That big body if you speak on my name (grrr)
These niggas know nothin′ ′bout me but they gon keep
Talkin' bout me and that shit ain′t gon change (woo)
I been in a cell and ain't shit you can tell me
(Woo)
If you ain′t got hands, invest in 11's (woo)
Toughest nigga in yo′ squad gon' be tellin'
Now all them niggas that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats (beats)
If you not in the streets, you won′t understand it
I get the chop′ and that nigga gon' panic
Headshot, causin′ whole lotta damage, like (uh)
Headshot, causin' whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Ruger wit′ me, Leeky wit' me
Bitch (haha), we don′t spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla wit' me, Juju wit' me
Bitch (that′s a whole lotta shooters)
We might hit ya′ medulla
You can't get busy wit′ me,
Jiggy wit' me, demon wit′ me, hundo' wit′ me, uh (nah)
The first nigga actin' silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy (haha) and just watch how he run (grrr), watch how he-

Dawg, pass me the sitchy
I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I′m clutch baow)
Tell ′em: "Come spin my block" (woo)
Tell 'em: "Come send them shots" (hahahaha)
You ain′t no shooter, baow (nah)
You just tote that chop (you lyin')
You don′t want beef, you just want some props (facts)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (baow)
Bitch, I′m too sauced (too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (woo)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they)
Look, but please don't act silly (hahaha, please don′t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (you get shot)
They gon′ think I'm a dizzy
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