Squiidgy - Woah Lyrics

Whoa, sleeping on me
Time to wake up, so put on your jeans
Taking a ride, shawty gripping my keys
Popping a xan, light weight, I'll be gone for a week
Whoa
Hundreds on me, I'm counting my doe
It come with the process, the journey come slow
Beg for the riches, the rich will say no
Tryna get clout, but you cannot control
Can't be like yuh and be like I'm good
Say that you'd carry, you wish that you could
Spending a bag, you don't even have it
Running up tags, it's not even branded
DM my page, we'll get you on stage
Say that you up at librarian age
Writing a story, the way you living is tragic
Want it more than me, by all means you can have it
I'm doing it my way, my style, my flow
Say that it's hard, but fame I control
The way that I write, take it up a level
Whoa, sleeping on me
Time to wake up, so put on your jeans
Taking a ride, shawty gripping my keys
Popping a xan, light weight, I'll be gone for a week
Whoa
Hundreds on me, I'm counting my doe
It come with the process, the journey come slow
Beg for the riches, the rich will say no
Whoa, sleeping on me
Time to wake up, so put on your jeans
Taking a ride, shawty gripping my keys
Popping a xan, light weight, I'll be gone for a week

Whoa, sleeping on me
Time to wake up, so put on your jeans
Taking a ride, shawty gripping my keys
Popping a xan, light weight, I'll be gone for a week
Whoa
Hundreds on me, I'm counting my doe
It come with the process, the journey come slow
Beg for the riches, the rich will say no
Tryna get clout, but you cannot control
Can't be like yuh and be like I'm good
Say that you'd carry, you wish that you could
Spending a bag, you don't even have it
Running up tags, it's not even branded
DM my page, we'll get you on stage
Say that you up at librarian age
Writing a story, the way you living is tragic
Want it more than me, by all means you can have it
I'm doing it my way, my style, my flow
Say that it's hard, but fame I control
The way that I write, take it up a level
Whoa, sleeping on me
Time to wake up, so put on your jeans
Taking a ride, shawty gripping my keys
Popping a xan, light weight, I'll be gone for a week
Whoa
Hundreds on me, I'm counting my doe
It come with the process, the journey come slow
Beg for the riches, the rich will say no
Whoa, sleeping on me
Time to wake up, so put on your jeans
Taking a ride, shawty gripping my keys
Popping a xan, light weight, I'll be gone for a week