Ray Jr. - Like Woah lyrics

(Intro) I'm still drinking Christop And now I spit it in ya face, b**h Put this dick in ya mouth And tell me how it taste, b**h! I'm keepin' that x2 (Hook) Yep, yeah, seven fifty like whoa Gold wrist like whoa New b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes Sippin' Chris like whoa Stacking chips like whoa In ya b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes (Verse) Run around with Artie All go party Lavish sneakers Don't f** with Mauri's Got a b**h named Tari Ass like the hari I eat that p**y Like calamari Put the cat back, hoe That's a rap track, whoa Man, these hoes ain't sh**, But cheese on the bar And I still might hit, Shooting dice for my life I swear to God you thrife For my wanna-be wife Nip-nat, patty-wat Give her dog a bone, b**h f** yo head, Cause you gon' need a high cone If I bought ten watches, I still wouldn't have the time For yo bullsh**, you full o'bullsh** I'm just a young n***a flexed out White girl, put ya chest out New wheels, put a bail out Free chase like a bail out I don't f** wit no sneak p**y No dried up too deep p**y Yeah, that's yo girl But my name's on that neat p**y (Hook) Got me feelin' like whoa Gold wrist like whoa New b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes Sippin' Chris like whoa Stacking chips like whoa In ya b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes (Verse) So I told my n***a K Lemme hold a hundid K He said yo best night I can make it back today So I hit my n***a Ray He in the hood That's big homie A n***a eatin' good Week-ends in my pull-out boxes Got a nurse b**h that's a head doctor Coojie sweater, n***a, who shot ya? Back shots like a kiropractor Working back from my skeezers Put this Glock in ya face like tweezers Dick hard like Ice b**h, open up, I'm freezin'! I bust them onions And pop them hundids But she ain't stoppin' She just keep s**in' I'm ova seas I'm not a villain But free my hood, These n***as tellin' (Hook) Seven fifty like whoa Gold wrist like whoa New b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes Sippin' Chris like whoa Stacking chips like whoa In ya b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes Seven fifty like whoa (Muthaf**as gotta wait on this) (EST, that's my muthaf**in' team) Came in the game like O.Dawg (Prrrra) Murder all these f**s Rap game like the crack game So I'm in the kitchen, Wandrin' what they cookin' out It's coke! Sixteen bars and the pure white 32 opus of good night Sayin '50 like (Craa) Burnin' everybody on the turnpipe The block is neva silent It's ten o'clock in the mornin' I'm already hearin' sirens These mutharf**ers is ballin' I'm not f**in' seein' my wallet I'm tryna get the cross Ova money like I'm nervous I may neva caught you drivin' I'm tryna supersize it, So I'm lookin' down at David You lookin' to bake alive Man, you barely left the city I'm flying up to an*le Goddamn it, I'm starvin' This yung boy cris Drink a pipe to the j lows Yeah, that's my babe Got an a** like J-Lo If ya hatin', betta stay low Scratch that If ya hatin', betta stay low No, I'm not Hispanic But I swear this young man Go hard for the peso I go hard for the peso Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole hood say whoa Yeah say whoa (Make the whole hood say whoa) And if I wanted I get it, I see it, I hit it I bet she gon' say no (Hook) Seven fifty like whoa Gold wrist like whoa New b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes Sippin' Chris like whoa Stacking chips like whoa In ya b**h like whoa But we don't love these hoes Seven fifty like whoa