Gotta Woosah

Yeah, it must be two sides
And don’t be alarmed I still keep it calm like I gotta woosah, yeah, aye
I might take over the mood if ever I do try, yeah
I know they know they can’t fuck with the kid like they got they tubes tied,
that’s facts
I told her I gotta keep her 'cause that pussy too fire, yeah, that’s facts
I must be speaking to twelve if ever I do lie, yeah, that’s facts
You know I plan to ride, I’m saying no caution
I do what I want all the time, I’m parked by the sign that says no parking
Like Bun B they knew I was trill, I’m all 'bout a bill, oh yea, no Walton,
and I’m
All about banks no Carlton, walk it like I talk it, I might go jogging
Check a pussy nigga every so often, yeah, all I fear is God up in my Ferragamo
I done missed stop lights, where’s a driver, and my bitch got stripes,
Sarah Thomas
With a big Glock 9, where the drama, I got some bros that went federal
Nigga gangster for real, if I ever let shit fly I’m finna throw him a parachute
These nigga paying for hoes and it’s terrible, from the bottom we just hoping
for miracles, heart cold please throw him some Theraflu
I’m the realest, you gon' know in a year or two, I ain’t hearing you
Yeah, it must be two sides
And don’t be alarmed I still keep it calm like I gotta woosah, yeah, aye
I might take over the mood if ever I do try, yeah
I know they know they can’t fuck with the kid like they got they tubes tied,
that’s facts
I come from where they take ya sneakers if they ask your shoe size, yeah,
that’s facts
My nigga fresh outta prison, he can’t get a new job, yeah, that’s facts
You can’t be cool with the ops nigga, you gotta choose sides, yeah, that’s facts
I went to war with half of my demons, boy you been missing for half of the
season
Yeah, you wide open but that’s for a reason, most of my niggas been trapping
all weekend
Heard he can’t swim, throw his ass in the deep end, I played the odds,
I had to get even
You taking sides, but that was some treason, she set you up on some Adam and
Eve shit
Feel like LeBron when he back up in Cleveland, he caught a case, yeah,
Pacquiao beat it
We in the game, they in the back of the bleachers, fuck these little industry
niggas
They really be bitches, why I don’t be asking for features, did it OT,
ain’t no snitching on me
Got that pistol on me that I’m packing for creepers, no, I’m not licensed to
carry, yeah
I ride around with your wife like I’m married, no I don’t like when you scary,
might get you berried
Yeah, it must be two sides
And don’t be alarmed I still keep it calm like I gotta woosah, yeah, aye
I might take over the mood if ever I do try, yeah
I know they know they can’t fuck with the kid like they got they tubes tied,
that’s facts