Ya Woah

[Intro]

Ya woah

[Verse: DocturDot]

Pussy-ass nigga, pocket watchin' — nigga, stop it.

Low-down dirty double-crosser — I can't trust you (no).

We ain't talkin', I got lawyers. You had doubted, I worked harder.

Walked on water, carbon fiber, big old titties — Dolly Parton.

Yeah, these boots was made to kick you in your sternum — this is Sparta.

Two trains two buses — nigga got up early for the MARTA.

Now I'm in Orlando like I'm Paolo, see the future — Doc Apollo.

Coochie Kinte copped a condo, Scorpio just like Picasso.

Torpedo on full throttle, blasting through some tonsils.

Paranoia got you second-guessing who's around you.

Ask Latoya, "Baby, why you look so much like Michael?"

In and out psychosis — it's a f***ing vicious cycle.

Granddaddy drunk, gotta jump him for his rifle,

Even though we know he got another one behind him.

For every nigga make it, it's a hundred niggas spiral.

If they ever see ya broke nigga start to get entitled,

Niggas cookin', steady lookin' for a stroke of luck and timing.

Stroke a ego, that's a veto — bet the show go on without ya.

[Chorus]

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Ya

[Verse: DocturDot]

Ya, how much I gotta make until they let me in the boule?

Grew up in the sewers — I might f*** around and mutate.

Four years old in the street, screamin' "U-A!"

Same motherf***er, bring the ruckus to the soufflé.

Drugs in my suitcase, been a Blue Jay for two days.

I ain't losin' sleep over a bitch that need a roommate.

Only hit my line when you finna ovulate,

Say I ain't the best — that's a long debate.

You don't ring a bell, you ain't Quasimodo.

Coast to coast, seen the whole globe out the mojo.

Now I guess it's time to show 'em I'm a virtuoso.

Niggas crazy and you never know what you don't know.

All I know is what I will and what I won't go for.