LYRIC
Aye, aye [Hook] I was running through the 3 with my woes
I'ma fuck her then I pass her to my bro
If my pockets slow, I'm kickin' doors
Kickin' and finessin' all these niggas with my woes
I'm with my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my whoadie, with my woe [Verse 1] I can't go a day without finessin'
All these stripper niggas think I'm out here flexin'
If you runnin' in my phone, I tell that ho to call collector
Tryna run up in my phone, really all these bitches messy
Bitches charged, got arrested
Wonder why I leave a message
And I might hit her line one time, but that's only for pussy niggas
Partner told me we can't kick it out with pussy niggas
I got 4 hoes in my 2 door, we finna fit a 3.5 in my Swisher
From the bottom to the top might hurt
I thought shawty was modern art
But she climbed on top of my boy
Then we come climb on top of my car
Bitch get down and pick up that shit
In the bando where I'm whippin' up bricks
Sunset Avenue, sellin' them nicks, Xans on deck, 35 on my lip
Ran Zone 3, can't run Zone 6
I ain't shit, I can't even blame her
I just bought these diamonds, she can't even say none
No, you cannot stay girl, Uber your location
Really I don't think I'm helping 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
Playin' both sides, don't that bother you?
If I ever catch y'all niggas lackin', I'ma slaughter you [Hook] I was running through the 3 with my woes
I'ma fuck her then I pass her to my bro
If my pockets slow, I'm kickin' doors
Kickin' and finessin' all these niggas with my woes
I'm with my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my woe, with my woe
With my whoadie, with my woe [Outro] Shout-out to Fauni
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