Whoa

[Intro: Pradabagshawty & Dstarkel]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
You rockin' with Dstarkel, lil' bitch
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
(Yeah, yo)

[Chorus]
I'm choppin' shit up like sensei
10 mil', Young Prada on go
She trippin' online like everyday
I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain't gotta pull out no loan
I hop' 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
Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin'
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'

[Verse]
Big Glock on me, yeah, the .40
Fully everything, bitch, I'm blowin'
Bit' 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
Hotbox, paper-tag 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 forty
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

[Chorus]
I'm choppin' shit up, like sensei
10 mil', Young Prada on go
She trippin' online like everyday
I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain't gotta pull out no loan
I hop' 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
Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin'
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'

[Chorus]
I'm choppin' shit up, like sensei
10 mil', Young Prada on go
She trippin' online like everyday
I ain't tryna see what's on your phone
I'm 'posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain't gotta pull out no loan
I hop' 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
Young nigga tryna get sum'n goin'
They ridin' my wave, hop on that
They bitin' my swag, I'm knowin'