Ray Jr. - Like Woah lyrics

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Feat. Machine Gun Kelly, Tezo, Dub-O

(Intro)

I'm still drinking Christop

And now I spit it in ya face, bitch

Put this dick in ya mouth

And tell me how it taste, bitch!

I'm keepin' that x2

(Hook)

Yep, yeah, seven fifty like woah

Gold wrist like woah

New bitch like woah

But we don't love these hoes

Sippin' fish like woah

Stacking chips like woah

In ya bitch like woah

But we don't love these hoes

(Verse)

Run around with Artie

All go party

Lavish sneakers

Don't fuck with Mauri's

Got a bitch named Tari

Ass like the hari

I eat that pussy

Like calamari

Put the cat back, hoe

That's a rap track, woah

Man, these hoes ain't shit,

Put cheese on the bar

And I still might hit,

Shooting dice for my life

I swear to God you thrife

For my wanna-be wife

Nip-nat, potty-wat

Give her dog a bone, bitch

Fuck yo head,

Cause you gon' need a high cone

If I bought ten watches,

I still wouldn't have the time

For yo bullshit, you full o'bullshit

I'm just a yung nigga flexed out

White girl, put ya chest out

New wheels, put a bail out

Free chase like a bail out

I don't fuck wit no sneak pussy

No dried up too deep pussy

Yeah, that's yo girl

But my name's on that neat pussy

(Hook)

Got me feelin' like woah

Gold wrist like woah

New bitch like woah

But we don't love these hoes

Sippin' fish like woah

Stacking chips like woah

In ya bitch like woah

But we don't love these hoes

(Verse)

So I told my nigga K

Lemme hold a hundid K

He said yo best night

I can make it back today

So I hit my nigga Ray

He in the hood

That's big homie

A nigga eatin' good

Week-ends in my pull-out boxes

Got a nurse bitch that's a head doctor

Coojie sweater, nigga, who shot ya?

Back shots like a kiropractor

Working back from my skeezers

Put this Glock in ya face like tweezers

Dick hard like Ice

Bitch, open up, I'm freezin'!

I bust them onions

And pop them hundids

But she ain't stoppin'

She just keep suckin'

I'm ova seas

I'm not a villain

But free my hood,

These niggas tellin'

(Hook)

Got me feelin' like woah

Gold wrist like woah

New bitch like woah

But we don't love these hoes

Sippin' fish like woah

Stacking chips like woah

In ya bitch like woah

But we don't love these hoes

(Muthafuckas gotta wait on this)

(BST, that's my muthafuckin' team)

Came in the game like O.Dawg

(Prrrra)

Murder all these fucks

Rap game like the crack game

So I'm in the kitchen,

Wandrin' what they cookin' out

It's coke!

Sixteen bars and the pure white

32 opus of good night

Sayn 50 like (Craa)

Burnin' everybody on the turnpipe

The block is neva silent

It's ten o'clock in the mornin'

I'm already hearin' sirens

These mutharfuckers is ballin'

I'm not fuckin' seein' my wallet

I'm tryna get the cross

Ova money like I'm nervous

I may neva caught you drivin'

I'm tryna supersize it,

So I'm lookin' down at David

You lookin' to bake alive

Man, you barely left the city

I'm flying up to Anale

Goddamn it, I'm starvin'

This yung boy cris

Drink a pipe for the (???)

Yeah, that's my babe

Got an ass like J-Lo

If ya hatin', betta stay low

Scratch that

If ya hatin', betta stay low

No, I'm not Hispanic

But I swear this young man

Go hard for the pesso

I go hard for the pesso

Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard

I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole hood say woah