Yugioh Lyrics – Quelly Woo

Read the full Yugioh lyrics by Quelly Woo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Yo-yo-yo
Wait
Yo-yo, yo-yo
DRG-G, GSC-C
Wait, like
Yo Meen, play that s*it (Yo Meen, play that s*it)

[Chorus]
I don’t really like to diss
I’d rather hop in the ride and go click
Talking on T, then you know it’s lit

Hop out the V, move like John Wick
Spin in the fields, I’m ready to blitz
Spin in the van, fiending to flick
The hood get cold, the hood get brick
Send shots, dip, evacuate quick
Woo

[Verse]
Like, see Baby G, I’ma give him a nuggie
BMG talkin on bro like he ain’t get shot
What? That n!gga pu*sy, woo
Fu*k AJ fatass, bet he would rap for a cookie
RIP Pop, make a movie like Boogie
I make a call and it’s war, don’t push me
Ba-back out, like-like, like, wait
I bust a move with the fully
I bust a move with the semi
I mix the Lu and the Nick with the Melly
Spin the (??), I’m toting on Kelly
I’m from the Floss, the home of the breadys
Baby kick that OA, Chevy
Baby kick that OA, Chevy
Fu*k Humble Gz, he a b!tch
Like, he a naughty boy like Mori
And why (??) dropping my s*it?

And talking on Jah, I’ma make you say sorry
Woo, like, glah
Baby, welcome to the party
Don’t need a perc to go retarded
Talking on Dott enough to get me started
Wa-walk down creeping
I get to throwing like I’m at The Garden
Free bread, shoutoit J.P. Morgan
I’m at the Chevy every morning
Wait, if a n!gga yelling lots, like
I bet I give ’em free parking
Big GDK, I don’t fu*k with no (??)
PNVK, I don’t fu*k with no Blixky, like
But back to the bread, who wanna open a Citi?
Touchy, OA, everything drizzy
Shoutout Sheff G, everything litty
Free Jah, Wizzy, Trini
Free my suvys, free the committee
I’m up in NY where it get gritty
Back on my bully, Windy City
Woo
Bad b!tch wanna walk in the bank, ok-ok, very demure
AP cashout, bready secured
Talking on Jah, how you got the nerve?
Glah-glah
How these n!ggas from the Flossy dropping the Woo?
Like-like, all this s*it feel new
Long Live Pop, we do this for you
Long Live TDott, do this for you
Long Live (??), my flag blue
(??) gotta get beat out of his shoes
(??), he getting beat with the tool
Y’all really waited on bro to get booked to diss like, that’s not cool
Talking on brodie, talking on me too
I let it dump for the Woo
I let it dump for the Woo
Like, I let it dump for the set
Big knocks, big knocks, like, don’t get hit in your neck
Like, big knocks, big knocks, don’t get hit in your neck
Like, I feel like Jake, feel like Jake how the money stretch

[Chorus]
I don’t really like to diss
I’d rather hop in the ride and go click
Talking on T, then you know it’s lit
Hop out the V, move like John Wick
Spin in the fields, I’m ready to blitz
Spin in the van, fiending to flick
The hood get cold, the hood get brick
Send shots, dip, evacuate quick
Woo