Whoa ft. Scrapy Tonaa & Holy B Lyrics

Line two purple give me a medal

Declining all offers never settle

Push in a corner know how to trap

These blue hundreds straight on the map

I already know where's its kept

Bitch wrote off a long tek

Glizzy gave her the long sex

She just on the lawn stress

Baby bottle bop how she lit

Don't got the funds gotta split

Like i'm Frito how I get the chips

How I get the chips hanging with your bitch

Peel off can't trust niggas

Whoa

Whoa

Get it vamonos

She on me like clothes

Tona

I'm not one of them know the difference

Bitch be social i'm keeping my distance

They saying Tona the topic he trending

Pass me the ball I be shooting like

Pass me the ball I be shooting like Leonard

She a baddie but fucking off tinder

Send me the addy you know we gonna

Send me the addy you know we gonna kill him

My utters gon hit him down

Smoke a 8th not a pound

Don't let me here know sound

Tru shit you was never around

Ha ha

Give me the case

Told you stay in your place

Turtles can win a race

Tesla to a rafe

Like ah hessi no shooting he dribble

Showing colors little boy is a skittle

Run your mouth you aint telling a riddle

Nah nah

Oh my god like what happen to Virgil

See you winning they be happy to hurt you

It ain't nothing about it gotta stay focus

Don't live a normal life gotta toot it

Not one of them sometimes can't control it

Know imma clutch mines

Watch out for one time

Throwing up threes till to the day

Yeah I'm throwing up threes till to the day I'm going