AWW SHiT

Lyrics

[Intro: Watsky, Hollis, and both] It's like Aw shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Like Oh shoot, what you gonna do, now? [Verse 1: Watsky] Oh shoot I'm back in action, dripping different like I'm au jus You know what, with my battalion, you don't do That's bet against the Cali Stallion I know it's been a minute, but I'm back up in it and I'm here to win it If I got dumb hope, then that's all that I need To get up on my steed and ride into the gun smoke I'm in the gym, using my jimmy to jump rope So gimme one poke And the theme from Rocky plays Better walk away if you don't want a KO from a GOAT [Pre-Chorus: Hollis] I don't always feel I'm on that ball It's not always my complaints look small I don't always feel I'm nine plus nine plus nine feet tall But when I do, ooh [Chorus: Watsky, Hollis, and both] (It's like) Aw shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Like, oh shoot, what you gonna do? [Verse 2: Gifted Gab] Get the fuck off me, I'm rolling with Watsky We go togеther like cricket to Aussiеs Killin' 'em softly What do you mean? My bitches is costly So please don't accost me We moving at top speed, Mach 5 Dead or alive, I'm in top three All of these niggas my offspring All in the church with no offering I was in the dirt outside, put in work You was in your room on screens That's why you callin' me auntie Don't disrespect the Givenchy I'm just an evergreen standing amongst all these palm trees Aw shoot, aw shiet [Chorus: Watsky & Hollis and Gifted Gab] Aw shit, what the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? (It's like) Oh shoot, what you gon' do? [Verse 3: Watsky, Watsky & Hollis] Peacockin', walkin' it so arrogant The pickpocket of bliss is comparison This condition gripping all Americans Break our kneecap, it won't make us Kerrigan It's jealousy, you must be taking LSD to step to me Fellas, my destiny, from the SFC Bay to the Chesapeake Is freakin' cheffin' the shit out my recipe Yes, I begin to climb out my cocoon Spreading my wings to take it to the moon 'Cause I just want to stick my chin up high And then get both arms swinging, baby, side to side There's still time to ride my wagon But if you're lagging then bye-bye, baby, bye-bye [Pre-Chorus: Hollis] I don't always feel I'm (I don't always feel I'm) Don't always (Don't always) Don't always feel I'm nine plus nine plus nine feet tall But when I do, ooh [Chorus: Watsky, Hollis, and both] (It's like) Aw shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Like, oh shoot, what you gonna do now? Hey Aw shit, what the fuck's up? Aw shit, what the fuck's up? Aw shit, what the fu-fu-fuck's up? Aw shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Yeah, yeah Oh shoot, what you gonna do, do, do, do? Yeah, yeah