Like Woah lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (I-I-I—)
Brr (I-I-I—)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm working on dying)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (BNYX)

[Chorus]
Backseat of the Ghost, they call me the GOAT
And they stealin' my flows and they call me the GOAT
And they stealin' my flows, and that's murder she wrote (She wrote)
f*ckin' this b*tch on the boat and she givin' me throat and it got me like, "Woah,"
I ain't lovin no ho', but I'm lovin' her throat
And it got me like, "Woah" (Whoa)
Gotta sl*t a lil' b*tch down
And we got hundred round, we'll shut a b*tch down
And we goin' to war, I'll get 'em gun down (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch)
In this b*tch rockin' CELINE
They ain't stoppin' my cheese
And my Patek on freeze
Just got her on the team, now she got double D's, D's, D's, D's

[Verse]
And she a neat freak, got her on her knees
She suckin' my meat
She do it so clean
She havin' a feast
This b*tch is a beast, this b*tch is a- (Beast)
Beast (Beast)
My brother and the shippin' the Ps, she keepin' it P
Got ass in those jeans, she don't wanna leave
This b*tch is a freak, she wanna get geeky (Freak)
All of us real double R and we in double R
All this for these cars, we real superstars, we with super broads
Yeah, yeah, hop in that b*tch, make it skrrt
My bro is so fried, I'm higher than God
We rich than a b*tch and, yeah, we be them boys (Boys)
Yeah, yeah, you reach and I'm killin' you, boy (Boy)
The switch, it make noise
I got this lil' rod
Pockets on steroids
Yeah, I'm going far, I ain't get lost
(Brrt)
Tell me what it cost, you know I'm a boss
And I stand on law, but it's f*ck the law, yeah, these diamonds frost
She hop on my log and she lick my balls, she rip off my drawers (Drawers, drawers)
Off a Oxy', I ain't taking no bars
You diss me and bros but don't hop in that car
If I make that lil' call then I make his ass fall, fall, fall, fall, fall (Fall)
Poppin' tags when I'm up in the mall
That nasty lil' b*tch, yeah, from up in the mall
She look at my Patek, now I'm in her walls, walls, walls, walls, walls
[Chorus]
Backseat of the Ghost, they call me the GOAT
And they stealin' my flows and they call me the GOAT
And they stealin' my flows, and that's murder she wrote
f*ckin' this b*tch on the boat and she givin' me throat and it got me like, "Woah,"
I ain't lovin no ho', but I'm lovin' her throat
And it got me like, "Woah"
Gotta sl*t a lil' b*tch down
And we got hundred round, we'll shut a b*tch down
And we goin' to war, I'll get 'em gun down (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch)
In this b*tch rockin' CELINE
They ain't stoppin' my cheese
And my Patek on freeze
Just got her on the team, now she got double D's, D's, D's, D's