Gotta Woosah

Lyrics

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