WOAH. (Feat. Treacherous)

Verse 1: LASIK

Got my strap back with backpack, with Snapback, I don’t really fuck with no bitches on SnapChat, if you text I ain’t gon' snap back, I don’t do This shit just to get laughed, but what you laughing for cause I got a fat stack, so pack your shit if you saying my shits whack, I don’t need you motherfuckers talking back, Imma slap the shit out yo ass, WTF gang hashtag, we back now and we gonna stop, Me and treach gonna do this till we drop, that Gucci bitch we gonna cop, your new shit a flop, but ours it’s gonna pop to the top, yo bitch so wet you best get a mop, I ain’t tryna be blunt bout I’m what making cause I really don’t make any money , but in a year we’ll see what shits funny, I don’t think you motherfuckers is ready, you bitches just trendy, looking at my belt yeah that shits fendi, yeah I got plenty, but I always want more, and when I do I always seem to score, so open the door, cause we arrived at the top, and once we get there we never gonna drop, nobody gonna stop us now, bitch you see me you better bow, how the fuck you gonna be talking shit when you’re never gonna be anything, I’m everything you can want and more, this shit shaken me to my very core, because your being so petty, so ignorant, now a Days bitches be treating me so different, but nah fuck that I’m brilliant, wrote this shit in like 5 minutes bitch, I’m really getting it, 20/20 vision I got you listening, and now my neck be glistening, I don’t your fucking snitching and, imma leave this shit here and from this the M’s we hitting them

Verse 2: Treacherous

Goin' crazy on this beat, Fuck around and have a baby on this beat, go ahead and try to tame me on this beat, fuck around and catch flames on this beat, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, Try me and get dead homie, Fuck around and put your ass to bed homie, you ain't tryna get filled with led homie, take off like a fucking jet homie, Fuck around and get a tech on me, and your bitch giving me neck homie, waitin' in line like who's next homie, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, Jumping in on this beat and shit, got your bitch rubbing my feet and shit, and you know Treach still teaching shit, Top of the list is where we'll be seeing this, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, I don't even have to go off, i ain't really a show off, these fake nigga's i just blow off, my boy so icy he makes snow fall, WOAH, WOAH ,WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH