My Woe
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Shoutout to Carti
Ayy, ayy
I was runnin' through the 3 with my woes
I'ma fuck her, then I pass her to my bro
Ayy, if my pockets slow, I'm kickin' doors
Kickin' and finessin' all these niggas with my woe
I'm with my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woadie
With my woe, ayy, ayy
I can't go a day without finessin'
Add it up, these stripper niggas think I'm out here flexin'
She wanna use my phone, I told that ho to call collectin'
Tryna run up in my phone, really all these bitches messy
'Cause you got arrested, wonder why I leave a message
And I might hit her line one time, but that's only for pussy niggas
My niggas told me we can't kick it over pussy niggas
I got four hoes in my two-door, whippin' a 3.5 in my swisher, ayy
From the bottom to the top of my heart
I thought shawty was modern-day art
But she climbed on top of my boy
Then wanna come climb on top of my car
Bitch, get down, you ain't pay for that shit
In the bando, we bustin' down bricks
I'm on Sunset Avenue, sellin' out Nicks
Xans on deck, dirty Fanta my lip
Red zone 3, can't red zone 6
I ain't shit, I can't even blame her
I just bought these diamonds, she can't even say nothin'
No, you cannot stay, girl, Uber your location
Really, I don't think I'm helpin' with your situation
So I had to turn my phone off, I can't talk to you (Hello?)
'Cause bitch, I'm watchin' you, but I ain't stalkin' you
Ayy, playin' both sides, don't that bother you?
If I ever catch y'all niggas lackin', I'ma slaughter you
I was runnin' through the 3 with my woes
I'ma fuck her, then I pass her to my bro
Ayy, if my pockets slow, I'm kickin' doors
Kickin' and finessin' all these niggas with my woe
I'm with my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woadie
With my woe, ayy, ayy
Shoutout to Fauni