Like Whoaaaa lyrics

[Intro: Ray Jr.]
Yeah (Yeah)
I'm still drinkin' Cristal (Cristal)
And I'll spit it in your face, b*tch
Put this di*k in your mouth (In your mouth)
And tell me how it taste, b*tch (b*tch)
I'm keepin' that, I'm keepin' that
(Da Kitchen beat, b*tch)

[Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Yeah, yeah, seven-fifty like woah (Seven-fifty like woah)
Gold wrist like woah (Gold wrist like woah)
New b*tch like woah (New b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)
Sippin' Cris' like woah (Sippin' Cris' like woah)
Stackin' chips like woah (Stackin' chips like woah)
Hit your b*tch like woah (Hit your b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)

[Verse 1: Ray Jr., Dub-O, TezO]
Uh, ridin' round with ARTY (Ridin' round with ARTY)
All gold Carti's (All gold Carti's)
Lavish sneakers (Lavish sneakers)
Don't f*ck with Mauri's (Don't f*ck with Mauri's)
Got a b*tch named Tori (b*tch named Tori)
Ass like Tahari (Ass like Tahari)
I eat that pus*y (I eat that pus*y)
Like Calamari (Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it)
Thirty cap back, ho (Thirty cap back, ho)
That's a rap track roll (That's a rap track roll)
Man, these hoes ain't sh*t (These hoes ain't sh*t)
But cheese on a board (But cheese on a board)
And I still might hit (I still might hit)
Shootin' dice with my life (Shootin' dice with my life)
I swear to God you trife (Trife)
For my wannabe wife (Yeah, yeah, shut up, b*tch)
Kick, knack, patty, wack (Bop! Bop!)
Give a dog a bone (Yeah, yeah), b*tch
f*ck your hair up (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You gon' need a hot comb (For real)
If I bought ten watches (Yeah), I still wouldn't have the time
For your bullsh*t (Full-Full-Full-Full), you full of bullsh*t (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just a young n*gga flexed out (I'm just a young n*gga flexed out)
White girl, pull your chest out (White girl, pull your chest out)
New wheels, pull the 'Vette out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Free chase like a bailout (Free chase like a bailout)
Yeah, I don't f*ck with no sneak pus*y (Yeah)
No dried up too deep pus*y (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), that's your girl (Yeah), but my name on it (Yeah, yeah)
That's new pus*y, let's go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Ray Jr., Dub-O]
Seven-fifty like woah (Seven-fifty like woah)
Gold wrist like woah (Gold wrist like woah)
New b*tch like woah (New b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)
Sippin' Cris' like woah (Sippin' Cris' like woah)
Stackin' chips like woah (Stackin' chips like woah)
Hit your b*tch like woah (Hit your b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes, ayy (We don't love these hoes)

[Verse 2: Dub-O, Ray Jr., TezO]
So I told my n*gga K (So I told my n*gga K)
"Let me hold a hundred K" (Let me hold a hundred K)
He said, "Dub, that's nothin'" (Dub-Dub, that's nothin')
I can make it back today (I can make it back today)
So I hit my n*gga Ray (Hello, hello)
He in the hood (He-He in the hood)
That's big homie (That's big homie)
That n*gga eatin' good (That n*gga eatin' good)
Yeah, weap tears in my Polo boxers (Woah)
Got a nurse b*tch that's a head doctor (Woah)
Coogi sweater, n*gga, who shot ya? (Come on)
Back shots like a chiropractor (Baw, baw, baw, baw)
Burkin bag for my skeezers (Skeezers)
Put this Glock in your face like tweezers (Tweezers)
Yeah, di*k hard as a icicle (Come on)
b*tch (Yeah, yeah), open up that freezer, yeah
I'm-I'm-I'm bustin' onions (I'm bustin' onions)
And countin' hunnids (Countin' hunnids)
But she ain't stoppin' (She ain't stoppin')
She just keep suckin' (TezO, TezO)
I'm overseas (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm not a felon (Trap, trap)
But free my hood (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas tellin' (For real), let's go
[Chorus: Ray Jr., Machine Gun Kelly]
Seven-fifty like woah (Seven-fifty like woah)
Gold wrist like woah (Gold wrist like woah)
New b*tch like woah (New b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)
Sippin' Cris' like woah (Sippin' Cris' like woah)
Stackin' chips like woah (Stackin' chips like woah, haha)
Hit your b*tch like woah (Hit your b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)
Seven-fifty like woah, sh*t (Seven-fifty like woah, sh*t)

[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly]
Mothaf*ckas gotta wait on this ('f*ckas gotta wait on this)
Hm (Hm)
EST (EST), that's my motherf*ckin' team, ho

[Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly]
Came in the game like O-Dog (Brra, brra)
Murder all these folks
Rap game like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen while I'm whippin', cookin' all this coke (We are)
Sixteen bars of the pure white (Pure white)
Thirty-two if it's a good night (Cool)
Seven-fifty like (Skrrt)
Burnin' everybody on the turnpike (Woah)
The block is never silent
It's 10 o'clock in the mornin', I'm already hearin' sirens
These motherf*ckers is violent, I'm focusin' on my wallet
I'm tryin' to get that crossover money like Allen Iverson
And whatever car you're drivin', I'm tryna supersize it
So I'm lookin' down at David, you lookin' up at Goliath
Man, you never left the city, I'm flyin' up to an island (Woo)
God-Godammit, I'm stylin' (Stylin', Kells)
This young boy crazy (Crazy)
Drinkin' pints of the J'Mo (Drink up)
Yeah, that's my bae (That's her)
Got a ass like JLo (Damn)
If you hatin', better lay low
Scratch that, if you're hatin', you can stay broke (Stay broke)
No, I'm not Hispanic, but I swear this young man go hard for the peso (Yup)
I go hard for the peso (Yup)
Young man goin' hard for the peso (Yeah)
Back then, ain't nobody sayin' nothin'
Now I'm pullin' up with somethin' make the whole hood say "woah" (Hold up)
Yeah, say "woah" (Hold up)
Make the whole hood say "woah"
And if I want I get it, I see it, I hit it, I bet she won't say no
[Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Yeah, seven-fifty like woah (Seven-fifty like woah)
Gold wrist like woah (Gold wrist like woah)
New b*tch like woah (New b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)
Sippin' Cris' like woah (Sippin' Cris' like woah)
Stackin' chips like woah (Stackin' chips like woah)
Hit your b*tch like woah (Hit your b*tch like woah)
But we don't love these hoes (We don't love these hoes)
Seven-fifty like woah (Seven-fifty like woah)