Yuh Yuh, Woah lyrics

[Intro: Cosantana]
Yeah (Shh, phrrt)
Yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, uh-uh
Yeah (Shh, phew), uh
Yeah (Shh, phew)
Yeah (Shh, phew), uh
Yeah (Shh, phew)

[Chorus: Cosantana]
Uh, yeah
I can't do that show, my bro can't bring they guns in (Bring they guns in)
I got b*tches calling to me, running to me lunging (Running to me lun—)
How much he say that he ran up in a day ain't nothing (Man, that sh*t ain't none)
I told her invite her friends, and she told me, "They coming" (Coming)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Make a bad b*tch touch her toes (Touch her toes)
Put a red dot on your nose (Nose)
Headshot, squat, blood on my clothes
n*gga saying that I wanna be him, but how is that possible?
Nobody knows you at all (You at all)

[Verse 1: Cosantana]
Say you a shooter, boy, shoot the ball (Shoot the ball)
Since you a shooter, boy, shoot yo' gun (Shoot yo' gun)
You ain't a shooter, pus*y boy, you run (pus*y boy, you run)
You ain't a shooter, n*ggas, you a track star
He a pus*y n*gga, he just rap good (He just rap good)
He a pus*y n*gga, he just act hard
Smoking Backwoods in a backyard (Backwoods in a backyard)
n*ggas sliding on they dead mans, they the cap Gods (They the cap Gods)
n*ggas lying in they slum, these n*ggas rap Gods (n*ggas rap Gods)
I got out the hood, but still hang with the trap guys (Still hang with the trap guys)
I can't trip if that ho leave, I still got bad brides (I still got bad brides)
[Verse 2: Glo]
Yeah, and I like real fast cars (Fast cars)
She see that my bag large
Hell nah, she can't pass up (Hell nah, she can't pass up)
She said she like top floor, bought that b*tch a bag, yeah (Bought that b*tch a bag, yeah)
G-L-O move with them steppers, but he ain't got no flag, yeah (He ain't got no flag, yeah)
See a opp n*gga, get pressed, yeah, he don't know where he at, yeah (Don't know where he at, yeah)
Uh, I'm rolling up straight pressure, I might pour up some Act', yeah (Might pour up some Act', yeah)
Hundred shots go through his back, yeah
I'm tryna blow this lil' b*tch back out
She gon' let me crack, yeah (She gon' let me crack, yeah)
Grab that Glock, I might just flash out
Get that n*gga packed up (Get that n*gga packed up)
I was down bad, had to get on the cash route
You know I'm running these racks up (You know I'm running these racks up)
All of these n*ggas be rap Gods
Swear all these n*ggas just act tough (Swear all these n*ggas just act tough)
You know I'm really a trap God
Burning a bowl really fast, yeah (Burning a bowl fast, yeah)

[Chorus: Cosantana]
Uh, yeah
I can't do that show, my bro can't bring they guns in (Bring they guns in)
I got b*tches calling to me, running to me lunging (Running to me lun—)
How much he say that he ran up in a day ain't nothing (Man, that sh*t ain't none)
I told her invite her friends, and she told me, "They coming" (Coming)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Make a bad b*tch touch her toes (Touch her toes)
Put a red dot on your nose (Nose)
Headshot, squat, blood on my clothes
n*gga saying that I wanna be him, but how is that possible?
Nobody knows—
[Outro: Cosantana]
You at all
Shoot a ball
Shoot your gun
pus*y boy, you run