Like Whoa

[Intro: Ray Jr.] Yeah I'm still drinkin crystal (crystal) And I'll spit it in your face bitch Put this dick in your mouth (in ya mouth) And tell me how it taste bitch (bitch) I'm keeping that, I'm Keeping that [Hook: Ray Jr.] Yeah yeah 750 like whoa Gold wrist like whoa New bitch like whoa But we don't love these hoes Sippin crys like woah Stackin chips like woah And your bitch like woah But we don't love these hoes [Verse 1: Ray Jr.] Ridin round with [?] All gold party Lavish sneakers Don't fuck with Mauri's Got a bitch named Tari Ass like the harri I eat that pussy Like Calamari [Dubo] 30 cap back ho That's a rap track roll Man these hoes ain't shit But cheese on a board And i still might hit Swing dice with my life I swear to God you trife For my wannabe wife [Tezo] Yeah yeah Kick knack pattywack give a dog a bone bitch Fuck your hair up You gon' need it hot comb If I bought 10 watches I still wouldn't have the time For your bullshit You full of bull shit [Ray Jr.] I'm just a young nigga flexed out White girls pull your chest out New wheels for the [?] Free chase like a bailout Yeah I don't fuck with no sneak pussy No dried up too deep pussy Yeah thats your girl but my name on it That's me pussy [Hook] (Verse 2): [Dubo] So I told my nigga K Lemme hold a 100K He said Dub thats nothin I can make it back today So I hit my nigga Ray He in the hood That's big homie That nigga eatin' good [Ray Jr.] Yeah [?] in my polo boxers Got a nurse bitch that's a head doctor Coogi sweater nigga who shot ya? Back shots like a chiropractor [?] back for my skeezers Put this Glock in your face like tweezers Dick hard as a icicle Bitch open up that freezer [Tezo] I'm bustin onions And countin' 100's But she ain't stoppin' She just keep suckin' I'm over seas I'm not a felon But free my hood These niggas tellin [Hook] [Machine Gun Kelly] Shit Mothafuckas gotta wait on this EST, thats my motherfuckin team ho [Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly] Came in the game like O dog Murder all these folks Rap game like the crack game So I'm in the kitchen water whippin' cookin' all this coke 16 bars of the pure white 32 if its a good night 750 like (skiiiirrrt) Burning everybody on the turnpike The block is never silent It's 10 o'clock in the morning I'm already hearing sirens These motherfuckers is violent I'm focusin' on my wallet I'm tryna' get that crossover money like I'm an Iverson And whatever car you're driving I'm tryna' supersize it So I'm looking down at David you lookin' up at goliath Man you never left the city I'm flyin' up to an island Got dammit I'm stylin' This young boy crazy Sippin' pints of the Jame-O Yeah thats my bae Got a ass like J-Lo If you hatin' better lay low Scratch that if you're hatin' you can stay broke No I'm not hispanic but I swear this young man go hard for the peso I go hard of the peso Young man goin' hard for the peso Back then they ain't nobody sayin' nothing now I'm pullin' up with something to make the whole hood say whoa Yeah say whoa Make the whole hood say whoa And if I want I get it I see it I hit it I bet she won't say no [Hook]