Текст песни Woah. - JCO

I just slaughtered y'all, in the past tense
Waterfall, I'm splashing
Came back in the last ten
Seconds, bitch I been absent

But my adventures be mad wicked
Like bad dentures or a fat ticket
My adverbs be adlibbing
These bad words from bad lips

A badger used fat sticks
New stature, got fat stems
On fat buds, my old Mustang
Ride with some black rims

They roll dirty like glad pigs
You lied early like a bad friend
Don't come at me
Cause I'm cocked back, I'm blasting

I don't know if this is really what I wanna do in life
I been saying it for fun, now I say it cause I'm right
Kinda wonder who I am, after sharing all the hype
Want attention from the front, not attention from the side

I want bitches down to ride
I want bitches down to die
I want bitches down to try
While I take the fucking prize

But they all so full of lies
Man, I'm really not surprised
Tryna get a move on things
And make my talent utilized
Whoo!

I'm really focused
Going up but no one notice
Killing tracks my local motive
Simply knowing I'm the dopest

I'm just going till it's over
Hopefully it's nowhere close to
Any day that I'm still vocal
I'm just saying, don't get hopeful

I'm the best at dropping dope quotes
Straight up ice like fucking snow cones
Straight up heat like lighting Newports
Spitting shit that rappers choke on

Irritating like false alarm
I'm a hitter, but not Adolf
Learning quick that I'm the Alpha
MGK is the Omega

Got some new shells, what's the flavor?
Hella smooth like fresh laid pavement
I'm just fucking up your day and
Superman can't even save it

In the studio, I'm slaving
Tracks like dragons that I'm slaying
I don't want my quarter back
This is not Madden that I'm playing

I'm just raging and rampaging
Writing pages, celebrating
Pouring glasses of champagne
And clinking glass to better days

And I just wonder if I'm thinking straight
Probably cause I'm sleeping late
Probably cause I got myself
More paper than a meter maid

Aye

A homie really tryna get it for him
Without having to wear a uniform
There's no rap gods, no stupid lords
Now I'm happy that half of you is bored

Now everybody make the same assumptions
Just a teen, I must be bluffing
Just a dream, it must be nothing
But my talent took me somewhere
Bet I got your speakers bumping
Kid so clean but flow disgusting
Just start running, bitch I'm coming!

Aye

What I tell you bout my verses?
Murderous, I was so certain that this shit would hit like curses
Close the curtains, I'm rehearsing
You audition for the circus
I was hoping for the worst but I get noted as a genius

Woah