Woo Year lyrics

Yeah She fell in love with the bag So designer Yeah, she fell in love with the bag (Hahahaha) Diamond cuts, oh I'm up now, I'm up next I tell you the AP, four Pateks 20 years, movin' like a vet' G4 when I hop on the jet I bought Richard Mille with baguettes I emptied the clip until they turn left No ID, call collect When they see me, you know I'm that nigga She wanna hop on a plane with that nigga She wanna go switch lanes with that nigga She wanna skrrt, skrrt, skrrt with that nigga, oh Take flights overseas, and I'm just by my breezy Could care less 'bout a treesha, paint her face, Mona Lisa I sold that cocaina to buy them brand new sneakers Hunnid K a feature, now I could fuck my teacher She fell in love with the bag So designer Yeah, she fell in love with the bag Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh She fell in love with the, she fell in love with the woo (Woo) She be down when it's me and my boo Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room (Woo) Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room No hesitation, I'm pickin' or choose (Uh, uh) I keep the stick and you know I'm the shooter Dafi with me and he totin' the Ruger She fell in love with the bag She throwin' it back and I'm slappin' her ass 288 and I'm doin' the dash Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass Lil' treesha, my body (Racks), I'm smokin' the gas I do what I want (Skrrt), had to skrrt from the class Bad bitch, treeshin', RJ, hop out, leavin' Bend blocks, speedin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrt-baow) TG, bleedin', scannin', readin' (Scannin', scannin', readin', readin') She fell in love with the bag So designer Yeah, she fell in love with the bag Diamond cuts, oh