Whoa’s Before Hoes lyrics

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G-O-O-D Fellas, young n*gga play with this sh*t we get reckless
Come to his show, we snatchin’ his necklace
He wanna crack jokes, we eat his face like some eggs for breakfast
GL4 Spaz bless him
If I was’ lil bro I 'd just shoot out that Lexus
Got some young n*ggas in the cartel, 956 Texas
Carbon 15 with a drum and a scope, we get extra
I pull that bread out you know I’m gon’ get him
He totin’ a G2C, Taurus as light as a feather
In the thunder dome, we bring them sticks out, we changin’ the weather
Just come and f*ck some, you ain’t even got your sh*t together
Gen 5 world, we take that boy back to the nether
They wanna throw soft, but we spray like some pepper
b*tch, I’m a Playboy bunny, just call me Hugh Hefner
I don’t know ‘bout Slimelife, but I’m a real stepper
You might as well call that hoe Auntie Anne’s, 'cause I fold her up like a pretzel
That baby ass fye, we rock out, heavy metal
That n*gga too corny, so we popped his ass like he kettle
Gang get rowdy, I’mma real-deal rebel
You can’t be BandGang, you stuck on the same level
That boy wanna ride, he don’t got no pedals
That n*gga a pig, the sky just fallin’ on me, just like I’m Chicken Little
Big dog, the only safe one, cannot be belittled
EBG BandGang, we don’t know ‘bout no jizzle
I keep the Glock in my pocket, it slide, touchin’ on my belly, you know that bih tickle
10-letter, knives touchin' on my stomach, you know ain’t no pressure
I was the type sleepin’ wit my fye under my damn pillow and not in my dresser
My pockets fat like tomato, but y'all pus*y boys need to catch up
Any beef that we had with n*ggas, we one-up
You want the smoke back n*gga, whats up?
BandGang 50-round-drum on Glocks, know the young n*gga in a band
I hate n*ggas just like Ku Klux Klan
Rice street, I was on level 5 and there ain't no gun fye bottom tips got big knives, top tier drum, no frog eyes
Try to run in my trap, he dead flies
Know a young n*gga got mob ties
My capo hit my jack, ain't been the same ever since my dawg died
I think I need a relapse 'cause all these bangers in here modified
These n*ggas hate on us and they throw salt, just like McDonald's fries
Poppin' out might just free-pick one these li'l n*ggas 'cause I miss lil kia
Bad b*tch she just gon' eat the di*k up and just go, you know we don't do goodbyes
They said they not feeling my flow, at least I’m gon’ try
We put a tag on his toe and you know he bye-bye
Free King30, but he got locked up but you know we 09
I’ll leave a opp dead back in one five
That bih can't be mine cause we know she di*k ride
See lil jay on the block ima serve him a line
Say u did my mans bad i know that you lyin’
We dont go out bad on god we up fye
n*gga come to my house i walk out the door wit some stuff it that’ll sh*t on a nine’
Lil glokk40, glokk40spaz don't call me Bwhoa
Mob sh*t you know ima get a b-roll
Me n my woa we do not argue bout hoes
And we not selling our soul
That n*gga he act like a cop might aswell call him robo
Yo n*gga a bum and a b*tch i can't believe b*tch, that you fell in love with a hobo (f*ck)