Lyrics Woah Woah - Yung Mal, Lil Gotit

Woah Woah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Iceburg, bitch, I’m cold, bitch, I’m froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like we won a Rose Bowl
Pull up in them Benzos, we don’t ride no Volvo
They blowin' up my phone, lines tied, put 'em on, ho
If I go, then the gang go
Bitch, I got a bankroll
I drip down to my ankles
When you slide through the 6, boy, you gotta keep that thing close
I kept the blicky close, I gotta keep a bankroll
Ridin' through the city of Atlanta, ain’t no way I can go
Stood right in the storm with a Dior raincoat
I just hopped out of the Jag like, «Where the rain go?»
Let’s go, let’s go
I can blow your name up, I can blow your brains up
Say he hot, so flame him
Lil' nigga, get your weight up
In her mouth like retainers
Can’t no young nigga game us
Pulled up some nameless
She say money gotta gang us
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Iceburg, bitch, I’m cold, bitch, I’m froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like we won a Rose Bowl
Pull up in them Benzos, we don’t ride no Volvo
They blowin' up my phone, lines tied, put 'em on, ho
If I go, then the gang go
Bitch, I got a bankroll
I drip down to my ankles
When you slide through the 6, boy, you gotta keep that thing close
It’s a warzone on my side
Everybody gotta ride
We call that shit Roll Tide
Been thuggin' all my whole life
Been grindin' all my whole life
My brother in the hole, he got life plus some more, yeah
Gotta look out for his daughters, but that ain’t even the hard part
My heart scarred, never had a ho card
Still in my hood, my car parked
What the fuck you think these guns for?
So many bands at the spot, this shit like Wells Fargo
My whole gang on they ass, we ballin' like never before
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Iceburg, bitch, I’m cold, bitch, I’m froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like we won a Rose Bowl
Pull up in them Benzos, we don’t ride no Volvo
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Iceburg, bitch, I’m cold, bitch, I’m froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like we won a Rose Bowl
Pull up in them Benzos, we don’t ride no Volvo