Wow (Feat. Gucci Mane) [Produced by Mars]
My car, my bitch nigger, everything major
My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers
Indiana hoosers dont get more about the laser
What your f**king team up, meaning
Red phantom pink slip , everything paid for
Black 24s lips fatter than Fantasias
Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic
And her name Su Woo, isnt it ironic?
My bars Grey Goose and tonic and when I vomit
Respect me like Muhammed, but nigger Im not Islamic
All about my profit, angel in the cockpit
Devil in the rear view, heavens the only option
Angel on the hood like reverend runs
The day Im feeling good riding in his holy ghost
Hate me like Im gods son wanna see you deceased
Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus piece
Wow my whip like wow , I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, Im smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, Im smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
Balling, like Amauri
Im not an athlete but its a track beat
Im on a great run, the world love me
So love to hate me, its all gravy
So icy, so ice cream on my face it aint your face nigger
Im on my grind constant, yeah my grind custom
While you cross counters, we cross continents
Yellow diamonds on my wrist it looking like an omelette
Im not a pumpkin, I trap
I got irons, squares for you
Power for goons, prepare for you
So where the move blood Im tattooed
Im a straight thug, I keep a
So where the move blood Im tattooed
Im a straight thug, I keep a
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, Im smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, Im smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
We onto something major
Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas
Down goes Frasier, my shooters like
And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers
We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from Malaysians
Still trapping like back then the iPhones were pagers
Click clapping, whats happening 4 5 at you haters
Keep yapping, Im clapping, T.I. know we Takers
Nigger I dont give a damn cellophane
Get your boss on your phone cause we dont f**k with middle men
Hit your boss at your home f**king with my middle man
Where Im from its off at your dome for just a kilogram
Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face
Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was the case
This summer is ours aint a motherf**ker safe
And in a fall, Im putting 5 mil in a f**king safe
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, Im smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, Im smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow