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[Dread Woo]
Grrt, pow, pow, pow
Free the fuckin' members, nigga
RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz
All o' them, nigga
Don't fuck around, nigga
Woo, woo, grrah, grrah
Big 092, look, woo

[Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brrrr, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)

That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
I'm with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr)
Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend
Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo)
Brady, look, gang

[Dread Woo]
It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else
'Cause that'd be an extra witness
Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest
No this ain't Planet Fitness
I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (Woo, woo)
And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check and make 'em see it drop (Yeah, yeah)
And she drive the boat (Drive), dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (Shake it)

Ask your girl I'm the goat (Facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (Woo)
Bitch it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (Woo, yeah)
Tell 'em get back (Woo)
He getting flipped, thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts)
He ain't make it back (Uh)
I call up Shank you know he move, attack (Woo, burner)
Toting on a strap (Woo)
Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow)
Huh, yo Pop them niggas cap (Cap)

[Dread Woo & Pop Smoke]
Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga? I see you

Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy here
Hold on, woo

[Pop Smoke]
Look, I'm like, "Who that nigga?" (Who that nigga?)
Talkin' 'bout "What's stackin', what the fuck is up?"
Huh? He ain't one of us
You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah
I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (Huh, brrt, brrt)
We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (Get that nigga)
I pass Dafi the chop,, that's a go (Woo, baow)
Keep five stones in his head like a mineral
He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brrt)
.38 punching like Kimbo (Grrt, pow, pow, pow)

When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (Giant)
I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (Huh)
A hater stealer and a liar (Facts)
But in the jungle I'm a lion (Rrr)
Now they see me on a flyer (Brr, brr)
They like "Papi on fire" (Fire)
I really just bought the new LaFerrari
RD like "Send me the wire" (Woo, woo)

[Dread Woo]
Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo

[Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, nah, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy)

Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct

[TRAVI]
Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (Watch that)
Switch the VIN on the Stoley
Same nigga to the grave
Gotta watch them, Mille topless
Got the white like Milonakis
I'm in traffic, say "What's rockin'"
You hear me? Fuck, ready
Try to shake a wave off a BO
Shorty shaped like she Creole
It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO
I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole
I'm back uptown with the papis

More white than a Nazi
Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (What)
No time for no limelight
And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night
Fuck them niggas on the other side
Only friend I got, he a dead guy
If you talk about him then the lead (Fly)
Niggas they act like they know me, huh
Two fours on 'em like Kobe
Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili
Yeah Trav' always tweaking
I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense
I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy
Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stacking plenty
Foreign bitches giving minds in a Bentley
Been trapping all day, man I just hit a ten-piece

Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (Woo)

[Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (Watch that)

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