Ouweee lyrics

[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
(Legend made another one)
Ayy (It's the gang)

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Pull up on a bad b*tch like, "How you doing?" n*gga
b*tch, I'm Piru, ayy, I'm a rude n*gga
21, full-court press, how you do it, n*gga?
n*gga, pass the pole if you ain't gon' shoot the n*gga
Ayy, ayy, baby, wait your turn
Now I'm in a b*tch face like, "b*tch, what you earn?" (What you earn, b*tch?)
Twenty, forty, fifties, b*tch, this ain't enough
Baby, I'ma cut you off since you acting tough (Gotta go, b*tch)
Ooh-wee, get these n*ggas out the politics
Done lost a fumble in the field, you known for droppin' sh*t
Ain't nobody in your crew known for poppin' sh*t
Look, n*gga, I'm in contact with the jailbirds (Free the thugs, n*gga)
We know n*ggas slide last 'cause they tell first ('Cause they tell first)
Yeah, I know you don't love your homie 'causе the bail work (The bail work)
Got a couple packs, I'ma sеnd it through the mail first, mail first, mail first (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ooh-wee, get these n*ggas out the politics (Get 'em outta here)
f*ck the suckas, the feds love us and it's obvious (Ayy, ayy)
I don't even wanna rap, rather knock a b*tch (Ayy)
Here I go talkin' brazy
Look, n*gga, you got some n*ggas that ain't gettin' out
Why you tripping, n*gga? You got away with your lil' skit
I know, I smoke dope so I don't remember it
Ayy (It's the gang)
Ooh-wee, get these, man, I'm gone, n*gga
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Yeah
Get 'em, then I'm gone, n*gga
On me, nah, for sure, n*gga
The n*gga run up on me like he tweaking, I'ma show n*ggas
Call plays like the coach, n*gga
My b*tch don't wear Coach, n*gga
And you ain't gon' do sh*t with that lil' strap, b*tch, you just boast with it
Yeah, we call the opps LOLs 'cause they jokes, n*gga
Boy, don't bring no extra n*ggas 'round me, them is your n*ggas
Which gun I wanna rock today? I eeny, miny, moe with it
n*gga keep saying he gon' do what? He off coke, n*gga
Yeah, keep saying you gon' do what? Why you lyin', Craig?
b*tch, what I spent on my neck, I could buy a 'Vette
f*ck these lil' n*ggas shooting at? n*gga, find a net
Let a n*gga speak up on my brother, b*tch, you dyin' next
Yeah, and, b*tch, we comin' for your top, we don't shoot knees
It's a thousand dollars for a pair of shoes, but they two-threes
b*tch couldn't have the old me or the new me
On FaceTime with Slo with a dub, he like, "Ooh-wee," n*gga