"WYM (Woah)" lyrics
(feat. Akeem Ali)
[Akeem Ali:]
Said woah
Baby, what you mean? I'm on fire
Whip clean, sheen on my tires
I make them hoes cream when they hop on top Keem, Oscar Mayer
I'm picky with my bitches, I'm too biased
I had to ask 'em, woah
Baby, what you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I don't know what you mean, is you jocin'?
That nigga, girl, he green, yeah, he moldy
This money in my jeans, it ain't foldin'
So what the fuck you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I said woah
Put this shit in motion, I had flavor 'fore I knew I did
I'm tryna fuck, it's you or your friend, I don't care who I hit
Show me that you 'bout it, chop a nigga in a fishbowl
And I'm up there, these niggas been fallin' off like some big clothes
Show me somethin', baby, tell me somethin', let me know what's crackin'
Bust it open, say you love a nigga, let me know what's happenin'
Fuck we talkin'? Baby, this ain't bowlin', I don't spare bitches
I wave my hand and make this shit happen, look like I'm airbendin'
Show stopper, tell 'em sit calm, bitch, I'm a soap opera
I can't see you niggas with my shades, these some ho blockers
Fuck you niggas, I don't talk to nobody
I'm in my own zone and these shrooms I'm on got me movin' robotic
Said woah
Baby, what you mean? I'm on fire
Whip clean, sheen on my tires
I make them hoes cream when they hop on top Keem, Oscar Mayer
I'm picky with my bitches, I'm too biased
I had to ask 'em, woah
Baby, what you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I don't know what you mean, is you jocin'?
That nigga, girl, he green, yeah, he moldy
This money in my jeans, it ain't foldin'
So what the fuck you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I said woah
[Juvenile:]
Bitch, what you mean? How you gon' live with that?
I know you only fuck with gorillas and I'm a silverback
You fine, in fact, I know you eatin' good 'cause all of your children fat
Hot Boy, medium chopper, no one can mirror that
'Nolia level, gotta mold your hoes 'cause they don't know no better
Hoes are jealous, once they get that old, they think you go together
Rubbin' toes together, sole strokin' on top of rose petals
Go in deep and take it off, raise it up to her shoulder levels
Validated, bitch, let me give you the translation
I'ma never come out my shell like I'm parked at the gas station
'Nolia baby, motivated by money, nothing that's ho related
All I smoke is weed, don't be puttin' that shit in my soda, baby
[Akeem Ali:]
I said woah
Baby, what you mean? I'm on fire
Whip clean, sheen on my tires
I make them hoes cream when they hop on top Keem, Oscar Mayer
I'm picky with my bitches, I'm too biased
I had to ask 'em, woah
Baby, what you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I don't know what you mean, is you jocin'?
That nigga, girl, he green, yeah, he moldy
This money in my jeans, it ain't foldin'
So what the fuck you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I said woah
Said woah
Baby, what you mean? I'm on fire
Whip clean, sheen on my tires
I make them hoes cream when they hop on top Keem, Oscar Mayer
I'm picky with my bitches, I'm too biased
I had to ask 'em, woah
Baby, what you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I don't know what you mean, is you jocin'?
That nigga, girl, he green, yeah, he moldy
This money in my jeans, it ain't foldin'
So what the fuck you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I said woah
Put this shit in motion, I had flavor 'fore I knew I did
I'm tryna fuck, it's you or your friend, I don't care who I hit
Show me that you 'bout it, chop a nigga in a fishbowl
And I'm up there, these niggas been fallin' off like some big clothes
Show me somethin', baby, tell me somethin', let me know what's crackin'
Bust it open, say you love a nigga, let me know what's happenin'
Fuck we talkin'? Baby, this ain't bowlin', I don't spare bitches
I wave my hand and make this shit happen, look like I'm airbendin'
Show stopper, tell 'em sit calm, bitch, I'm a soap opera
I can't see you niggas with my shades, these some ho blockers
Fuck you niggas, I don't talk to nobody
I'm in my own zone and these shrooms I'm on got me movin' robotic
Said woah
Baby, what you mean? I'm on fire
Whip clean, sheen on my tires
I make them hoes cream when they hop on top Keem, Oscar Mayer
I'm picky with my bitches, I'm too biased
I had to ask 'em, woah
Baby, what you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I don't know what you mean, is you jocin'?
That nigga, girl, he green, yeah, he moldy
This money in my jeans, it ain't foldin'
So what the fuck you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I said woah
[Juvenile:]
Bitch, what you mean? How you gon' live with that?
I know you only fuck with gorillas and I'm a silverback
You fine, in fact, I know you eatin' good 'cause all of your children fat
Hot Boy, medium chopper, no one can mirror that
'Nolia level, gotta mold your hoes 'cause they don't know no better
Hoes are jealous, once they get that old, they think you go together
Rubbin' toes together, sole strokin' on top of rose petals
Go in deep and take it off, raise it up to her shoulder levels
Validated, bitch, let me give you the translation
I'ma never come out my shell like I'm parked at the gas station
'Nolia baby, motivated by money, nothing that's ho related
All I smoke is weed, don't be puttin' that shit in my soda, baby
[Akeem Ali:]
I said woah
Baby, what you mean? I'm on fire
Whip clean, sheen on my tires
I make them hoes cream when they hop on top Keem, Oscar Mayer
I'm picky with my bitches, I'm too biased
I had to ask 'em, woah
Baby, what you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I don't know what you mean, is you jocin'?
That nigga, girl, he green, yeah, he moldy
This money in my jeans, it ain't foldin'
So what the fuck you mean, you ain't rollin'?
I said woah
