Текст песни Whole Lotta Zer - Lil' Vader , L'V Beats

Yes, but to meet the woo
So what is the woo
Man I see it on the chain
Is that the crew? What is it?
That's Me
Ok so you're the Woo
I'm the Woo
Explain this Woo
The Woo
Nigga that's just the lifestyle
You feel me
I don't feel you so
You feel me
He don't know, that's why he
If you flossing' see
It's like, when you flossing
You know what I'm saying
Drop big cars
Getting Money
Gotcha
Okay
If you flossing
WOO

Yo Imma body this
Flow hit heavy like a hippopotamus
Neck long like an ostriches'
Don't know who the impostor is
Riding beats like they waves
And I'm cruising the yacht
Spit bars automatic
Call me, a rhyme bot
LV cooking beats up in the pot
And it's getting hot
Dizzy, getting jiggy
Park the Tesla in the parking lot
Iced out
Still shining with the lights out
Bars so clean like it's whiteout
Going too fast, timeout
Time is, right now
Hairy, eyebrows
I got the high ground
I'll strike you down

VV's, dripping
Dior on me
Hotheaded, resilient
Hit your, knees
Tesla's, Electric
Don't got no keys
My watch don't tick
It Glock, rollie
Designer, designer
Designer only
Amiri my tee
Amiri my jeans
My belt Louis
Big man, big racks
Money, it stacks
Viral, IMAX
We don't cap
All this fax
Don't snitch to 12
Don't talk to feds
Stick with fonem
You and your mans
Both yall's is fans

Diamond's and ice
Drip make it rain
Chains on my neck
But I ain't no slave
People switch up
People be fake
Diamond's and ice
Drip make it rain
Chains on my neck
But I ain't no slave
People switch up
People be fake

Louis Vuitton
I am the don
Blow like a bomb
Call me Saddam
Call her a burger
She got the buns
*Drum Noises*
Bang like a drum
Sipping on some rum
The pain it's going to numb
She sucking on her thumb
This beat be going dumb
Sticky, Like gum (Yea)
Ski Mask, He slumped (ooh)
Rebel, they scum
Get bread, no crumbs
I got the cash, give me the credit
Hitting on gas, synthetic (Ya)
All white Rollie got it fitted (Ooh)
Look at my arms cost a ticket (Brr)
Right wrist dry I wet it (Wet it)
Left wrist, Rollie and the Patek (Yea)
If she ain't with it, I'm with it (With it)
If you ain't did it, who did it (Who did it)
Looking for the snitch like it's quidditch
Broke boy in a Honda Civic
Straight to the gut, it's acidic
Hit with a bat like cricket
Send your mans to the clinic
This music not for the critics
There isn't no meaning in my lyrics
(Whole Lotta Zer)
(Brrr)