WOAH lyrics

[Intro]
You know he's gonna get you, right?
Grrr, woah
Who are you talking about?
Yeah
(Teenage Disaster)
He done f*cked around, I hit my burner phone and whip it 'fore he gone
I flip his f*cking son, that's right before he blow, woah

[Chorus]
W-w-wish him dead, I put sh*t to bed, I'm not what you read
b*tch, I'm pickin' lead, you look just like you a f*ckin' fed

[Verse 1]
Clip his friends, b*tch, I put an end to his f*ckin' head
b*tch, I'm set, what I said, I meant, b*tch, don't come again
This scene dead, not no f*ckin' threat, b*tch, I be that bet
Pay my rent off this f*ckin' bread that I made on ten
Spend two more then hit thе corner store to pick two .40's, bro
Emptied out, I hit that sh*t again and wakе up on the floor
Burn that f*ckin' venue up as soon as we walk in the door
Put my f*ckin' name up on the list, that's what I did for

[Chorus]
Wish him dead, I put sh*t to bed, I'm not what you read (Woah)
b*tch, I'm pickin' lead, you look just like you a f*ckin' fed (Yeah)
Wish him dead, I put sh*t to bed, I'm not what you read
(b*tch, I'm pickin' lead, you look just like you a f*ckin' fed)
You look just like you a f*ckin' f-
[Verse 2]
Warming up, I put that sh*t you dropped inside a f*ckin' box
I disrespect, sh*t you breathe about, hope you f*ckin' rot
Can't get caught, I did that sh*t so clean but not no f*ckin' bot
Just hit his f*ckin' spot, I want him gone, I want him f*cking gone (Pow, pow, pow)
Blood on my shirt, b*tch, somebody get hurt, y'all can't f*ck up my work
I did it, I'm burnt, guess that's something I learnt, been this way since birth
I f*cking earned, all that sh*t I put in my f*cking blood
Take my point, crack that f*cking shield, bet that sh*t get real

[Hook]
Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah
Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah

[Chorus]
Wish him dead, I put sh*t to bed, I'm not what you read
b*tch, I'm pickin' lead, you look just like you a f*ckin' fed
Wish him dead, I put sh*t to bed, I'm not what you read
(b*tch, I'm pickin' lead, you look just like you a f*ckin' fed)
You look just like you a f*ckin' f-

[Outro]
(You know he's gonna get you)