Lyrics:
(Ayy) Thugger, Juug
(We got London On Da Track)
You understand, Young Stunna nigga (Rich Gang)
Woo, know what I'm sayin' (lil' whoadie 'bout
would've been have hopped yo' ass up
Tell 'em, I got hittas whoadie (hittas whoadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie (plenty whoadie)
I got hittas
problems, lil' whoadie
My little bitch body a trophy
Naked pics, five in the morning
Sunglasses smilin' emoji
Pull up on the opps, surprise party
Better
Ugggghhhhh!
[Chorus with ad-libs]
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone,
(Lil' whoadie 'bout that action)
(Lil' whoadie 'bout that action, put a hit on one of these lil' pussy ass niggas)
Nigga playin' with my
(Move)
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas
Put a Rollie on my whoadie
Cause I'm up now
Put a Rollie on my whoadie
Copped a bust down
Gave the stollie to my whoadie
Gotta touchdown
if my
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
It's all love whoadie (Bounce bounce)
Show me love whoadie (Oh-oh oh-oh)
It's all love whoadie (Bounce bounce)
Show me love
(Move)
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas
Lean tears when I met her
In her Fanta in Atlanta, aah
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my souljas cry
Throwing 4's up in the sky
My whoadie why? Aye
I'm sliding around whoadie
I'm sliding around
King in the town whoadie
Long range with the pow
I'm getting down whoadie
I'm getting down
I'm moving
block
Goin' hard, can't stop shinin' till the top
That my whoadie that my whoadie
That my whoadie that my whoadie
My brother, boy, I love him
That my
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Got this whoadie named Alex
Booty so big, had a nigga losing balance
I ain't with the baby shit
Cause that there is childish
She
out of trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag'
240 on the dash
Smart nigga, I could
gonna smoke somethin' real good
Check it
Lil Hookah
I be getting lit at the kickback (Kickback)
At my whoadie crib smoke a ZigZag (ZigZag)
Pass it over
::::::::::
UHHH
THIS DIRTY MONEY
GETCHA WATCHU REALLY WANT
CALL MY PLUG AND COP FEW
WHOADIE GON FRONT ME SUMN
MY
CHICKEN STACKED UP
STANK
LETS FLY
Whoadie gon front me sumn
My
Chicken stacked up
Stank
Lets fly around the whole month
Leave la whoadie
Where he at
That boy aint on numnn
This dirty money
wobble-dy
Drop, drop it like it's hot
Damn, look at her go whoadie
On the floor, whoadie
She don' dropped it on this pole whoadie
She a pro whoadie
Oh baby
Chill wachu lookin’ at whoadie
Walk up in the spot finna take yo shawty
Yeah I know you’re mad, don’t go thinking that you’ll harm me
Walk up in this
jesus take the wheel
Shorty took ah X pill
Lately she been acting weird
My lil bih the bomb
That's my whoadie right there
That's my whoadie right there
don't even know me
But that's my tender Roni
We got lit in the Los Mobile, mobile yea
She don't even know me
But that's my little whoadie
We got lit in
that pay dues
I put hands on niggas and
I don't take nothin'
Them crackers tried to take my mom whoadie
Them crackers outcha fuckin' niggas
With that tom
[Chorus]
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone
match my outfit (yes sir)
Whoadie I am bout this, so please don't second guess me
Smoke so many blunts of loud I think I need my lungs cleaned
Catch me
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