​woo! lyrics

[Intro]
You're an as*h*le, you think you know me
Graveem1nd
Zeke, shut the f*ck up
Haha
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Lie to my face and then f*ck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?"
You just a f*ck-up, your money f*cked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red
He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed
My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over, you gon' see a whole lot of red
Okay, stop
Run-Run it back, b*tch, I need my money up
f*ck that check up like a sl*t
Keep your head down, 7-Up
Hit that boy up with the (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I love the tris and I pour it again
f*ckin' that ho in the back of the Benz
Graveed up now, don't need no friеnds
In Gravee I trust, in Gravee I spend
Pull up to the party and leavе with a body that don't always mean that I'm keeping it tucked
If I'm in the cut with your b*tch and her friend then I guess you can say that you ran out of luck
Money counter go (Beep) and it's stuck
All this f*cking mud on me and I'm stuck
If she want it, I'ma buy her a butt
Took two L's, now I get buck
Shoutout that b*tch 'cause she built like a truck
In love with the money, I'm adding it up (Woo!)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, dressed up in black and I'm counting these bands, I be f*cking on thots and I'm feeling like Batman
That boy, he washed up, that boy he drowning, just like it's been trill, I put him in hashtags
That boy he big body, hefty, hefty, hefty, I'ma put him in a trash bag
She said she tryna make money so send me the CVV, give me the name to your $Cashtag
Walk in the bank and I'm laughing, ha
All of this money, it give me a flashback
Might pop a Perc on my tongue when I fly back
If I go out then I'm going out high class
Bust on her face and I'm hitting her eyelash
I swear I'm blind when it come to the price tag
Break the side window and then I'ma hijack
He wanna test me, I told him to try that (Woo!)

[Outro]
DJ Kai
Gravee
Lie to my face and then f*ck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?"
You just a f*ck-up, your money f*cked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red
He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed
My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over you gon' see a whole lot of red
Okay, stop