Whoa Lyrics – Pradabagshawty

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[Intro: Pradabagshawty & Dstarkel]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
You rocking with Dstarkel, lil’ b!tch
Huh, whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa
(Yeah, yo)

[Chorus]
I’m chopping s*it up like sensei
10 mil’, Young Prada on go
She tripping online like everyday
I ain’t tryna see what’s on your phone

I’m ‘posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain’t gotta pull out no long
I’m hoping my drügs don’t run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, n!gga, stand down
Pull up on him, make a n!gga eat the floor
Racks up, I ain’t never had a handout
Young n!gga tryna get sum’n going
They riding my wave, hop on that
They biting my swag, I’m knowing

[Verse]
Big Glock on me, yeah, the .40
Fully everything, b!tch, I’m blowing
Bit’ tryna act like she for me
Fineshyt, need an Oscar trophy
I’m peeping everything that’s going
(What?) Signed a deal, bust down my Rollie
Two-tone AP, holy moly
Mini Drac’ on me, I stole it
Hotbox, paper tags, Range Rover
I cheated but you was going
Do the dash, we ain’t pulling over

Racks on the bih’, talm bout she ain’t spoiled
Glock got a kit, it hold more than forty
Telling my bidness, shawty, it’s over
Whatever you do, just move how you ‘posed to
I stay with my brew, locked in, we got motion

[Chorus]
I’m chopping s*it up, like sensei
10 mil’, Young Prada on go
She tripping online like everyday
I ain’t tryna see what’s on your phone
I’m ‘posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain’t gotta pull out no long
I’m hoping my drügs don’t run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, n!gga, stand down
Pull up on him, make a n!gga eat the floor
Racks up, I ain’t never had a handout
Young n!gga tryna get sum’n going
They riding my wave, hop on that
They biting my swag, I’m knowing

[Chorus]
I’m chopping s*it up, like sensei
10 mil’, Young Prada on go
She tripping online like everyday
I ain’t tryna see what’s on your phone
I’m ‘posed to be dead, they know that
Got money on me, so long
Racks on me, got a dub in the backpack
I ain’t gotta pull out no long
I’m hoping my drügs don’t run out
Might pop another one for the road
Big .40 on me, n!gga, stand down
Pull up on him, make a n!gga eat the floor
Racks up, I ain’t never had a handout
Young n!gga tryna get sum’n going
They riding my wave, hop on that
They biting my swag, I’m knowing