Woah lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches

[Verse 1]
Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I was selling dope when I was fourteen (Fourteen)
Rein' up with fifty, what the f*ck you mean? (f*ck you n*ggas mean?)
The f*ck you n*ggas mean? (21, 21)
I robbed 'em for two bands back there by the park (Back, n*gga)
Don't you pull down in them 'partments after dark (Don't you do it)
Five n*ggas, five choppas and a brick a hard (Brick a hard)
Neighbor callin' 12, she say we making noise (Making noise)
I pull up in the coupe, you know it's push start (Push start)
I been jumped in the street, I had a push start (Blatt, blatt)
Drank sippin', lane switching with the gang, b*tch (Gang, b*tch)
Girl, stop, you know your baby daddy lame, b*tch (That n*gga lame, b*tch)
You say you wanna shoot, we on the same sh*t (Bloaw, bloaw)
The sh*t a n*gga tote will make a plane flip (Pew, pew, pew)
VVS's make a n*gga chain drip (Drip, drip)
Choppa flip a n*gga like Liu Kang kicks (Hiyukan)

[Chorus]
Smokin' outta bag (Woah), count a lotta cash (Woah)
Drank a lotta syrup (Woah), pop a lotta Xans (Woah)
Cook a lotta bricks (Woah), hit a lotta licks (Woah)
Tote a lotta sticks (Woah), f*ck a n*ggas b*tch (Woah)
Pull up in a Porsche (Woah), pull up in a 'Rari (Woah)
Pull up on a Harley (Woah), b*tch, I beg your pardon (Woah)
I been getting money (Woah), you been doing nothing (Woah)
Baby daddy, sorry (Woah), I been counting hundreds (Woah)
[Verse 2]
b*tch, you know your baby daddy, sorry, ho (He sorry, ho)
I pull up in a Benz and a 'Rari, ho (In a 'Rari, ho)
Valet walk up on me when I hit the door (Skrrt, skrrt)
I take that double cup and then I pour a four (Mudd, mudd)
I'm sippin codeine on the plane jack (On the plane jack)
First class sh*t with the gang jack (21, 21, 21)
How much you gon' pay me for your chain back? (Your chain back)
pus*y-ass n*gga got his chain snatched (pus*y)
21 Gang, you know I claim that (21, 21)
These n*ggas say they shooting, where your aim at? (21, 21, 21)
n*ggas say they banging, got they stain snatched (Pew, pew)
Boy, you know you been a lame, since like way back (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I pull up on your ho and then I di*k her down (I di*k her down)
Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred pounds (Shh)
Ridin' through your hood with a hundred rounds (Pew, pew, pew)
If I catch a play, then I'ma gun 'em down (Pew, pew, pew, pew)

[Chorus]
Smokin' outta bag (Woah), count a lotta cash (Woah)
Drank a lotta syrup (Woah), pop a lotta Xans (Woah)
Cook a lotta bricks (Woah), hit a lotta licks (Woah)
Tote a lotta sticks (Woah), f*ck a n*ggas b*tch (Woah)
Pull up in a Porsche (Woah), pull up in a 'Rari (Woah)
Pull up on a Harley (Woah), b*tch, I beg your pardon (Woah)
I been getting money (Woah), you been doing nothing (Woah)
Baby daddy, sorry (Woah), I been counting hundreds (Woah)