Whoa Songtext
von Pradabagshawty

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa (you rockin′ with Dstarkel, lil' bitch)
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
(Yeah, yo)

I′m choppin' shit up like sensei
Ten mil', Young Prada on go (go)
She trippin′ online like every day (yeah)
I ain′t tryna see what's on your phone
I′m 'posed to be dead, they know that (dead)
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack (rack)
I ain′t gotta pull out no loan (loan)


I'm hopin′ my drugs don't run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, nigga, stand down
Pull up on him, make a nigga eat the floor
Racks up, I ain't never had a handout (racks)
Young nigga tryna get sum′n goin′
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin′ my swag, I'm knowin′

Big Glock on me, yeah, the .40 (Glock)
Fully everything, bitch, I'm blowin′
Bitch tryna act like she for me
Fineshyt, need an Oscar trophy
I'm peepin' everything that′s goin′
(What?) Signed a deal, bust down my Rollie
Two-tone AP, holy moly
Mini Drac' on me, I stole it (mini Drac′)

Hotbox, paper tags, Range Rover
I cheated but you was goin'
Do the dash, we ain′t pullin' over
Racks on the bih′, talm bout she ain't spoiled
Glock got a kit, it hold more than 40
Telling my bidness, shawty, it's over
Whatever you do, just move how you ′posed to
I stay with my brew, locked in, we got motion


I′m choppin' shit up like sensei
Ten mil′, Young Prada on go (go)
She trippin' online like every day (yeah)
I ain′t tryna see what's on your phone
I′m 'posed to be dead, they know that (dead)
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack (rack)
I ain't gotta pull out no loan (loan)

I′m hopin′ my drugs don't run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, nigga, stand down
Pull up on him, make a nigga eat the floor
Racks up, I ain′t never had a handout (racks)
Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin′
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin′ my swag, I'm knowin'

I′m choppin′ shit up like sensei
Ten mil', Young Prada on go (go)
She trippin′ online like every day (yeah)
I ain't tryna see what′s on your phone
I'm ′posed to be dead, they know that (dead)
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack (rack)
I ain't gotta pull out no loan (loan)

I'm hopin′ my drugs don′t run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, nigga, stand down
Pull up on him, make a nigga eat the floor
Racks up, I ain't never had a handout (racks)
Young nigga tryna get sum′n goin'
They ridin′ my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I′m knowin'