Summrs – Like Woah Lyrics

Like Woah Lyrics by Summrs

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (I-I-I—)
Brr (I-I-I—)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m working on dying)
Yeah, yeah (BNYX)

[Chorus]
Backseat of the Ghost, they call me the GOAT
They stealing my flows and they call me the GOAT
And they stealing my flows, and that’s murder she wrote
Fucking this bitch on the boat and she giving me throat
And they got me like, “Woah,” I ain’t never been no ho’
But I’m loving her throat and it got me like, “Woah”
Gotta slut a lil’ bitch down
And we got hundred rounds, we’ll shut a bitch down
And we going up, boy, I’ll get ’em gun downed
In this bitch rocking CELINE
They ain’t stopping my cheese, and my Patek on freeze
Just got her on the team, now she got double Ds, Ds, Ds, Ds
[Verse]
And she a neat freak, got her on her knees
She sucking my meat, she do it so clean
She having a feast, this bitch a beast, this bitch is a beast
My brother and them shipping them Ps, she keeping it P
Got ass in her jeans, she don’t wanna leave
This bitch is a freak, she wanna get geeked
All of us real double R and we in double R
All this for these cars, we real superstars, we with super broads
Yeah, yeah, hop in that bitch, make it skrrt
My bro is so fried, I’m higher than God
We rich than a bitch and, yeah, we be them boys
Yeah, yeah, you reach and I’m killing you, boy
The switch, it make noise, I got this lil’ rod
Pockets on steroids, yeah, I’m going far, I ain’t getting lost
Tell me what it cost, you know I’m a boss
And I stand on law, but it’s fuck the law, yeah, these diamonds frost
She hop on my log and she lick my balls, she rip off my drawers
Off a Oxy, ain’t taking no bars
You diss me [?] but don’t hop in that car
If I make that lil’ call then I make his ass fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
Popping tags when I’m up in the mall
That nasty lil’ bitch, yeah, from up in the mall
She look at my Patek, now I’m in her walls, walls, walls, walls, walls

[Chorus]
Backseat of the Ghost, they call me the GOAT
They stealing my flows and they call me the GOAT
And they stealing my flows, and that’s murder she wrote
Fucking this bitch on the boat, she giving me throat
And they got me like, “Woah,” I ain’t never been no ho’
But I’m loving her throat and it got me like, “Woah”
Gotta slut a lil’ bitch down (I-I-I—)
And we got hundred rounds, we’ll shut a bitch down
And we going up, boy, I’ll get ’em gun downed (I-I-I—)
In this bitch rocking CELINE (I’m working on dying)
They ain’t stopping my cheese, and my Patek on freeze (BNYX)
Just got her on the team now she got double Ds, Ds, Ds, Ds