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This is Woo (Woo)
This is Crip
Ayo, shit
From the cut
Ayo, shit
Huh? (grrt)
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Baow)
Huh? (baow)
Stupid (baow)
It's thirty-two in the clip, nigga (woo, grrt, woo, baow)
Baow, movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like, like

Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (woo)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", (hahahaha)
Tell 'em, "Come send them shots"
You ain't no shooter (at all), baow
You just tote that chop (woo)
You don't want beef, you just want some props (haha)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah)
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (yeah, grrt)
They gon' think I'm a dizzy

Bitch, I'm a sleaze, baow (sleaze)
Give a f*ck who you be (give a f*ck who you be)
Yeah, I f*ck wit' them real niggas (real niggas), who f*ckin' wit' me
Don't ask if I'm GDK (at all, at all), nah, nigga, I'm EBK (EBK)
F*ck the judge and the DEA (f*ck them niggas), suck dick if you feel a way
I'm a lil' body but I tote like a big body 'cause I put in that pain (baow)
I walk with that lil' body but I back out
That big body if you speak on my name (grrt)
These niggas know nothin' 'bout me
But they gon' keep talkin' bout me and that shit ain't gon' change (woo)
I been in the cell it ain't shit you can tell me (woo)
If you ain't got hands, invest in .11s (woo)
Toughest nigga in yo' squad gon' be tellin'
The older niggas that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats (beats)
If you not in the streets, you won't understand it
I get the chop if that nigga gon' panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like (uh)
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Ruger wit' me, Leeky wit' me, bitch (haha)
We don't spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla wit' me, JuJu wit' me, bitch (that's a whole lotta shooters)
We might hit ya medulla
You can't get busy wit' me, Jiggy wit' me
Demon wit' me, Hundo' wit' me, uh (nah)
The first nigga actin' silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run (grrr)
Watch how he-

Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch) (baow)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", (woo)
Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" (hahahaha)
You ain't no shooter, baow (bitch) (nah)
You just tote that chop (you lyin')
You don't want beef, you just want some props (facts)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo)
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don't act silly (hahaha) (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (you can get shot)
They gon' think I'm a dizzy

Tell that nigga to spin (spin)
That's when the party begin (that's when the party begin)
Yeah, my Glock full of sins (sins)
bullets hit your chin (huh)
I walk away grinnin' (grrt, baow)
If you check my CK (K, K)
Then it's f*ck what you said (f*ck, huh)
Bizzy send shots when you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Bizzy send shots when you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Look, said I'm 823, sanctioned (sanctioned)
Reach for my chain, we gon' spank 'em (spank 'em)
I ain't your regular gang member (nah)
Everybody knows I'm sanctioned (bangin')
If I step on an island, we wildin' out (out)
I ain't gon' step 'til the guns is out (out)
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Za
My niggas raisin' the body count (free all my niggas)
.44 bulldog, make 'em get back (back)
I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (not at all)
Get your shit cracked (woo)
If I back out the chop, betta get back (baow)
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady)
Niggas get no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy)
Tell Dread, "Lift 'em, if that nigga talkin' crazy" (lift that nigga)
Now it's f*ck you, pay me (pay me)
Or bullets start blazin' (blazin')
Since I was young we invested guns
Now we lookin' at the stars in the Wraith (hahaha)
While I'm gettin' head by your bae (yeah)
She like, "Poppy, I love how you taste" (woo)
She like, "Poppy, can you nut?" (Nut)
I'm like, "Baby, just wait" (wait)
I told her to

Dawg (woo), pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch) (baow)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", (woo)
Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" (hahahaha)
You ain't no shooter, baow (bitch) (nah)
You just tote that chop (you lyin')
You don't want beef, you just want some props (facts)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo)
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don't act silly (hahaha) (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (you can get shot)
They gon' think I'm a dizzy
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This is Woo (Woo)
This is Crip
Ayo, shit
From the cut
Ayo, shit
Huh? (grrt)
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Baow)
Huh? (baow)
Stupid (baow)
It's thirty-two in the clip, nigga (woo, grrt, woo, baow)
Baow, movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like, like

Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (woo)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", (hahahaha)
Tell 'em, "Come send them shots"
You ain't no shooter (at all), baow
You just tote that chop (woo)
You don't want beef, you just want some props (haha)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah)
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (yeah, grrt)
They gon' think I'm a dizzy

Bitch, I'm a sleaze, baow (sleaze)
Give a f*ck who you be (give a f*ck who you be)
Yeah, I f*ck wit' them real niggas (real niggas), who f*ckin' wit' me
Don't ask if I'm GDK (at all, at all), nah, nigga, I'm EBK (EBK)
F*ck the judge and the DEA (f*ck them niggas), suck dick if you feel a way
I'm a lil' body but I tote like a big body 'cause I put in that pain (baow)
I walk with that lil' body but I back out
That big body if you speak on my name (grrt)
These niggas know nothin' 'bout me
But they gon' keep talkin' bout me and that shit ain't gon' change (woo)
I been in the cell it ain't shit you can tell me (woo)
If you ain't got hands, invest in .11s (woo)
Toughest nigga in yo' squad gon' be tellin'
The older niggas that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats (beats)
If you not in the streets, you won't understand it
I get the chop if that nigga gon' panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like (uh)
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Ruger wit' me, Leeky wit' me, bitch (haha)
We don't spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla wit' me, JuJu wit' me, bitch (that's a whole lotta shooters)
We might hit ya medulla
You can't get busy wit' me, Jiggy wit' me
Demon wit' me, Hundo' wit' me, uh (nah)
The first nigga actin' silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run (grrr)
Watch how he-

Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch) (baow)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", (woo)
Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" (hahahaha)
You ain't no shooter, baow (bitch) (nah)
You just tote that chop (you lyin')
You don't want beef, you just want some props (facts)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo)
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don't act silly (hahaha) (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (you can get shot)
They gon' think I'm a dizzy

Tell that nigga to spin (spin)
That's when the party begin (that's when the party begin)
Yeah, my Glock full of sins (sins)
bullets hit your chin (huh)
I walk away grinnin' (grrt, baow)
If you check my CK (K, K)
Then it's f*ck what you said (f*ck, huh)
Bizzy send shots when you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Bizzy send shots when you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Look, said I'm 823, sanctioned (sanctioned)
Reach for my chain, we gon' spank 'em (spank 'em)
I ain't your regular gang member (nah)
Everybody knows I'm sanctioned (bangin')
If I step on an island, we wildin' out (out)
I ain't gon' step 'til the guns is out (out)
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Za
My niggas raisin' the body count (free all my niggas)
.44 bulldog, make 'em get back (back)
I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (not at all)
Get your shit cracked (woo)
If I back out the chop, betta get back (baow)
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady)
Niggas get no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy)
Tell Dread, "Lift 'em, if that nigga talkin' crazy" (lift that nigga)
Now it's f*ck you, pay me (pay me)
Or bullets start blazin' (blazin')
Since I was young we invested guns
Now we lookin' at the stars in the Wraith (hahaha)
While I'm gettin' head by your bae (yeah)
She like, "Poppy, I love how you taste" (woo)
She like, "Poppy, can you nut?" (Nut)
I'm like, "Baby, just wait" (wait)
I told her to

Dawg (woo), pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch) (baow)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", (woo)
Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" (hahahaha)
You ain't no shooter, baow (bitch) (nah)
You just tote that chop (you lyin')
You don't want beef, you just want some props (facts)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo)
The most I might do is the Woo Walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don't act silly (hahaha) (please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (you can get shot)
They gon' think I'm a dizzy
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Writer: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Majesty Moses, Ricardo Lamarre
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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