Ric Flair Woo lyrics

[Intro]
You're talking to the Rolex wearing
Diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing, woo
Wheeling dealing
Limousine riding
Jet Flying, son of a gun
And I’m having a hard time holding these alligators down, woo
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Frr, frr (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I just saved gangsta hip hop, n*gga, everybody back on one accord
Ooh, ooh
Just spent a thousand on some flip flops, n*gga, imagine what I spend on them swords (Ooh)
They just broguht that gangsta out me, I been tryna chill
But these b*tch ass n*ggas playin' on the internet, what it ain't or is
Who the f*ck puttin' the police in it?
Who the f*ck puttin' they mama in it? (n*gga)
So when a b*tch ass n*gga drop, make sure you tell the police what it ain't is
I'm tired of hearin' rumors, n*gga (Ooh)
Tired of hearin' pus*y sayin' what they gon' do when I hit the crib
f*ckin' right I'm slidin' bulleproof, f*ckin' right I'm stayin' in touch with my troops
'Cause they ain't just no yes man, they gon' tell me how they feel
Detective say I'm puttin' money on n*ggas' hats
I wonder who told him that, these n*ggas the f*ckin' police for real (Ouhhhh)
This sh*t get scary, foxs how you find that out?
'Cause I had a bond with killers before the M's (Ooh)
[Bridge]
It's like, this sh*t be like, it's like this sh*t be fun on the internet but
When this sh*t get serious like, it's like, n*gga get to, you know, doin' this and this when it get for real (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
My mama know what's up with me, n*ggas think before they play with me
I just met Dro a year ago, but he know what's up with me
Rod Wave say "Fatt fox, save your money"
I talked to Gotti he said "Two hundred percent of this sh*t", Wham say "Leave the streets"
I talked to Jook, he say "Keep hustlin", DaBaby say "Keep grindin"
I talked to Spit, he say "Keep yo' faith for me" (Yeah)
That n*gga don't want beef, he ain't worth it, CMGB
And Durk hit me sometimes like "Fox you belt to ass with these beats" (Ouhhhh)
Any n*gga play, they got it, these n*ggas be p-
These n*ggas be p*ssin' me off, so what I be finna say on the 'gram, I say on these beats (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
That's how the foxes handle the switches when they creep, n*gga
I'm like forty six thousands, two shows (Ssss)
And I counted by my hand, 'cause I like my money real neat
I ain't come fixin' this sh*t to play with these rappers
I ain't finna start no new beef, I'll go back home, 'cause my whole city want me six feet
n*ggas, n*ggas know what I got my trust in
When I got the (Frr) n*gga
When I got the (Frr), SRT truck, what I pull up in
I ain't risk goin' live, yellin', n*gga, hollerin' at my screen
'Cause I really got some man that will drop you and pick up ten (Ooh)
Maybach, two hundred, just for the summer
One point one for the new house, n*gga
That's a f*ckin' million cash for my f*ckin' mama
Six bedrooms, I got kitchen with me, n*gga (Psh)
And I been rockin' the sh*t out that blue, 'cause I'm puttin' up blue hundreds for the summer (Psh)
Stop cashin' out on them cars, stop buyin' them high-end clothes
Put that money up, word from my mama
And you know your son got you
We came from sh*t, that's why she started f*ckin' cryin' when I showed her six hundred