Jazz Cartier - Woah lyrics

[Intro: TOBi, Jazz Cartier] This sh*t gon' make a ni**a wanna take off Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off This that sh*t (Woo!) [Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both] Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh [Verse 1: Jazz Cartier] Look, take a bite of the forbidden fruit (Yeah) John Redicks, eight simple rules Got drugs mixed with liquor too Still got love for ni**as and my b*tches too (I love my ni**as) Look in the mirror, heh (Yeah) Mixing my demons and ridicules See the bad b*tches in the pigeon coop You know brazen and feather be flockin' together (Brr) Open your eyes if you blinded to tarot Counting my bread while she feed me injera Life is a puzzle, I piece it together I'm praying for peace with my hand on my heat (Hand on my heat) Wish a ni**a would try Wish a ni**a would slide Wish a ni**a would reach for my neckpiece Then I'll be a victim of my own pride, cuzzi mane (Fa, fa, fa, woo!) [Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both] Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh This sh*t gon' make a ni**a wanna take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) This that sh*t [Verse 2: TOBi] Why would I hear what a broke kid-a tellin' me? Never stepped foot in the game but instead he creep (Watchin') Plottin' on everything, on the red eye My connect be the embassy Big TOB-i, steady on the lean like 605 Man like me never pick no side Less is war, then we gon', we gon', ride Bit my style, funny Best pay the kid homage, dummy Kids on the block, they yelling "Red truck!" Boy, I've been putting out fire, fire, fire I put the beat in a hearse I put the heat in the verse Sell her a paper She wanna see it in person She want some beef with desert And keep it a secret, woah [Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both] Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh This sh*t gon' make a ni**a wanna take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) This that sh*t [Verse 3: TOBi, Jazz Cartier] This sh*t is mad, bro I met Meek and I was watching the cash flow I ain't get to the phone, I've been countin' my blessings Been reelin' it in like a lasso And I was sending heat to the last show Couldn't tell ya, I've been in my bag tho Yeah you been on a roll, be I be on roll like a crash dummy They ain't love me when never I had money But I'm livin', so please don't be sad for me I remember way back in the past, when kids used to laugh at me In the back of the class, like that's funny Now I'm bragging and showing my ass Now the penthouse be the bachelor pad All from the pen and the pad, homie Ayy woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Ain't we supposed to go back and forth on this sh*t? What the fu*k? (Woo!) [Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both] Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh This sh*t gon' make a ni**a wanna take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh) This that sh*t [Outro: TOBi, Jazz Cartier] This sh*t gon' make a ni**a wanna take off Hop in the Lamb' and take off Pack all my bags and take off This that sh*t Woo!