[Intro: Quelly Woo]
(Yo-yo)
(Yo-yo, Meen, play that shit)
Wait

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
She in her Soft Girl era, like
All she want is roses and dick, like
She wanna have my baby
G'd you, if I nut on her lip, like
Doin' the dash in the Urus, like
You know Tucker got the grip, like
You know Breezy got the six, like
Walk in the spot in a AP, like
I got a wetty, she wavy
Said she be worried 'bout me on the daily, like
'Cause she know a n***a lit, like
And she know I'm walkin' wit' that stick, like
And she know I be takin' 'em risks
If I see a opp, she know I'ma click, like
Rock (Rock), rock (Rock)
Keep doin' that shit wit' your hips, like

[Verse 1: Quelly Woo]
I love it when you tell me, look
"Don't touch it", like, wait
You be gettin' me goin' and shit
Hit from the back, got her moanin' and shit
Drop my Woo, I'm makin' it lit
I feel like Jah, beat him wit' the grip
In the Urus movin' too swiftly
Don't cuff that bitch, she mixy, like
I don't do love, it get too tricky
But I do mad drugs, it uplift me
Bet I could find a Perc' in any city, like
Bet I could find Tris in any city
Bad bitch wanna meet the 'rippy
So I told her, "Kick a Citi", like
We could drop on that shit today
You ever made fifty in a day?
Like, what? Kick that, don't play
Like, what? Kick that, don't play
I feel like Noah, I got the wave, like
Every play tact', I'm always tappin', wait
I'm just tryna make it happen
Like, what? Kick that, don't play, like
Baby, don't bait that Chevy
T-T-TP got one in the heady
Murder on his mind, he be feelin' like Melvin
He was down, nobody helped him
Used to be broke, now we Dior-steppin', like
I got the sauce like ranch and I'm dressin'
Hellstar what I'm dressed in, like
Used to be Levi's and Vans, like
Never though I'd get a chance, like
In Sacramento watchin' the Kings play
N***as wack but I fuck wit' De'Aaron, like
They was booin', now they cheerin'
If that's your bitch, why the fuck she starin'?
Out in Cali, I can put the bing down
But we still gonna bring the bing 'round
'Cause we don't play no games
Anyone could be a stain
Lil' bad bitch wanna hold the flame
Told her, "TP", let her see a bullet
Hit from the back, that hair, I pull it
She want me to breed it, like, I shouldn't, like
I'm like, I shouldn't, wait
You ain't ready for that
Bad bitch, slim waist, and that ass so fat, like
Where you goin' with that?
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
In my feelings, I'm fightin' myself
What the fuck am I doin'?
N***as ain't real, they got love for theyself
Like, sip Wock', it ain't good for my health
But who really steppin'?
What they flexin', we don't even post
He think he lit, keep flashin' that chain
[?], don't show no remorse (Grrah)
Thinkin' back on the people I lost
Li-Like, damn, I can't be next
Streets undefeated, it come with a cost
Keep a G 'cause I'm really the G
I'm the heart of this shit, like, I'm really the boss
Talkin' on bro, he got shot in his shit
Too many guns, I don't know what to toss
Like, yo, TP, told bro, "TP"
He want beef, he get put on a tee
If you heard my story, you wouldn't believe me
I can't die for the n***as that need me
How do you love me? You don't know the meanin'
My gun MLK 'cause it leave n***as dreamin'
I'm a demon, still fightin' my demons

[Verse 3: Quelly Woo]
Ask-Askin' God, "What's the reason?"
If he uppin' that Choo, we gon' leave him
KR shoot like JR
Bad bitch suck on my dick like she teethin'
I'm tryna live more, worry less
Baby, can you take away the stress?
4100, we do it the best
I call up Jah and he gettin' you left
[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
She in her Soft Girl era, like
All she want is roses and dick, like
She wanna have my baby
G'd you, if I nut on her lip, like
Doin' the dash in the Urus, like
You know Tucker got the grip, like
You know Breezy got the six, like
Walk in the spot in a AP, like
I got a wetty, she wavy
Said she be worried 'bout me on the daily, like
'Cause she know a n***a lit, like
And she know I'm walkin' wit' that stick, like
And she know I be takin' 'em risks
If I see a opp, she know I'ma click, like
Rock (Rock), rock (Rock)
Keep doin' that shit wit' your hips, like