"Wo-Chien" lyrics
I fuck fast but I slow dance
Make a hoe weak like Wo Chien
She both knees using both hands
'Cause me and Ben Frank got a bromance
Hey, haters are more obsessed with Eazy
Than Ice Spice is with rapping 'bout feces
Get a grip, you will never beat me
Keep taking an L to the head like Luigi
So many casualties, you would've thought
That I move with a Shinigami
All night in B-E-D, you find me
With the Drake, you would think Eazy Bobby
A shooter gon' shoot, pew pew pew
Pop Smoke make her shake up the room
Tell ya bro to stop dropping his music
'Cause that shit is dirt, pick up a broom
Motherfucker, throw that shit in the dust pan
Motherfucker, bank account got more O's than ya bud man
And the jeans 1 of 1 and the tee 200 bucks
Smoke up like it's fuck a lung
Throwing shade like it's fuck a sun
All this talk about a top 5 in the 8
And you played like I wasn't one
Keep the 8, I'm a face in the whole state
Matter of fact, in the whole nation
If you tell Jay E, it'll hold wait
Tell X, Y, Z and they gon' say
Shit, I wouldn't know 'em if should face
You could cope all you want, it is okay
But you gotta face facts like you do an eighth
Numbers don't lie but broke people will though
Artists get hot off the shit the film hoe
I'm in a room full of bosses
You in town and you chill with the lil bros
If you change your surroundings
You'll start eating a lil more
That's a mill worth of game, like I'm Gil hoe
I fuck fast but I slow dance
Make a hoe weak like Wo Chien
She both knees using both hands
'Cause me and Ben Frank got a bromance
Gotta big bag full of old men
On my bullshit like I'm Joakim
I'm a long time, you a moment
Pass 30 and you still tryna go big
How your new shit look like my old gigs
Except I was 17 and the bros knew my whole shit
Y'all on some broke shit
My team play with more blues than Ole Miss
I fuck fast but I slow dance
Make a hoe weak like Wo Chien
She both knees using both hands
'Cause me and Ben Frank got a bromance
Make a hoe weak like Wo Chien
She both knees using both hands
'Cause me and Ben Frank got a bromance
Hey, haters are more obsessed with Eazy
Than Ice Spice is with rapping 'bout feces
Get a grip, you will never beat me
Keep taking an L to the head like Luigi
So many casualties, you would've thought
That I move with a Shinigami
All night in B-E-D, you find me
With the Drake, you would think Eazy Bobby
A shooter gon' shoot, pew pew pew
Pop Smoke make her shake up the room
Tell ya bro to stop dropping his music
'Cause that shit is dirt, pick up a broom
Motherfucker, throw that shit in the dust pan
Motherfucker, bank account got more O's than ya bud man
And the jeans 1 of 1 and the tee 200 bucks
Smoke up like it's fuck a lung
Throwing shade like it's fuck a sun
All this talk about a top 5 in the 8
And you played like I wasn't one
Keep the 8, I'm a face in the whole state
Matter of fact, in the whole nation
If you tell Jay E, it'll hold wait
Tell X, Y, Z and they gon' say
Shit, I wouldn't know 'em if should face
You could cope all you want, it is okay
But you gotta face facts like you do an eighth
Numbers don't lie but broke people will though
Artists get hot off the shit the film hoe
I'm in a room full of bosses
You in town and you chill with the lil bros
If you change your surroundings
You'll start eating a lil more
That's a mill worth of game, like I'm Gil hoe
I fuck fast but I slow dance
Make a hoe weak like Wo Chien
She both knees using both hands
'Cause me and Ben Frank got a bromance
Gotta big bag full of old men
On my bullshit like I'm Joakim
I'm a long time, you a moment
Pass 30 and you still tryna go big
How your new shit look like my old gigs
Except I was 17 and the bros knew my whole shit
Y'all on some broke shit
My team play with more blues than Ole Miss
I fuck fast but I slow dance
Make a hoe weak like Wo Chien
She both knees using both hands
'Cause me and Ben Frank got a bromance
