Woo lyrics

[Intro]
These n*ggas hiding
They wasn't riding
My n*ggas sliding
You ducking sirens
Until we find it

[Verse 1]
Like it wasn't bad enough that you were hiding
You was lying to n*ggas that you were sliding
You wasn't ducking the laws and the sirens
But he talking a lot until we find him
[Producer Tag: Steve Kroeger]
Roney got the touch, I got the Midas
Hit a n*gga up I get him minused
Sicker than corona virus
We just turned that boy into a pilot, fly him
She wanna give me neck inside the c*ckpit
But the trap got a bird like an ostrich
Same n*ggas kept him safe, had 'em boxed in
They gon' buy a suit for his coffin, often

[Chorus]
Gooners running up, yeah we lost it, awesome
Dressed in all black, got some goth sh*t, gothic
Youngin did a job, yeah he sauced him, off this
We do boss sh*t, we don't talk, we don't talk dem
Gaza still dead, send a spell, make him hot then
Risen from the dead, give him hell, no caution
n*ggas is my sons, got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city gets exhausting, woo!
[Verse 2]
And we ain't parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision, so we put him mission
Made him whip a pot, got a mission in this kitchen
He shoot with precision, we don't need to give permission
Damn!
That lil' boy he so persistent
Send him on a mission, he gon' leave a n*gga missing
We ain't parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision, so we put him mission
Used to think sometimes, like how I got here
From beach chairs in the trap wit' a mean glare
Couple grams in the pocket of my Rocawear
Now I'm riding out in Moncler
I can do no wrong when I rap songs
Blow a bomb like I'm Saddam
n*ggas funny like a sitcom
In my city, n*ggas peeons
Shoot 'em put the beam on
Flee the scene we gone
Treat him like a Futon
Fold him if he move wrong
My brown b*tch look like Mulan
And she love me when my jewels on

[Chorus]
Gooners running up, yeah we lost it, awesome
Dressed in all black, got some goth sh*t, gothic
Youngin did a job, yeah he sauced him, off this
We do boss sh*t, we don't talk, we don't talk dem
Gaza still dead, send a spell, make him hot then
Risen from the dead give him hell, no caution
n*ggas is my sons, got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city gets exhausting, woo!