Woah

[Intro: Escobars & Kwengface]

Whip it, set it pa-pa-pa-pa—, work

Grab it, load it, cock that, bang it

(War, so nasty)

Bad ting, mad ting, that ting got handled, woah

You know your ting got handled

Look, Look

[Verse 1: Kwengface]

I-I-I met this thot, she from Richie side

She'll hold my blicky tight, see I can't lie

Like I'm Cardi B, but she that Nicki type (Ayy, come here)

Hair long as fuck, shellac on her nails

Tattoo on her thigh (Ayy, come here)

I switched it up, had-had to flow like Von

'Cause that's been on my mind (Gang, gang)

Look, said-said her ex man was a loser (Loser, loser)

This ting wanna blow my chode

When I rock and roll with a sh****-with a shooter (With a gunman)

Brown-brown skin one, she a cougar (Ayy, ayy)

Hallelujah, (Ayy, come here), the things that I learn on road

Nah, you can't learn that from a tutor, i-it's ruth', cuz'

I'm a fuckin' earnеr (Ayy), ain't no fuckin' worker (Ayy, ayy)

Everywherе I go, I bring my fuckin' black burner

If I see an opp, on sight murder (Bap)

If these yutes still ghost a nigga, I'm the fuckin' herder (Herder)

He got put to rest, damn, mad ting, sad ting

'Nuff time that I've been 'round Brandon

On a mad ting, tryna leave man plankin' (Whew)

Huh, just caught me an opp boy

Ducked him down, wheezin, pantin' (Ayy, come here)

I can't-I can't even lie, that's numerous shankings

[Chorus: Escobars]

Whip it, stick it, pa-pack that work and stretch it (Stretch it)

Grab it, load it, co-cock that ting and bang it (Baow, baow)

Bad ting, mad ting (Mad, mad, mad, mad)

Yeah, you know that ting got handled (Ayy)

Woah, you know that your ting got handled (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Woah, you know that opp got—

Whi-whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it (Stretch it)

Grab it, load it (Rrr), cock that ting and bang it (Bap, baow)

Bad ting, mad ting

Yeah, you know that ting got handled

Woah, you know that your ting got handled (Yeah)

Woah, you know that opp got—

[Verse 2: Escobars]

Bad B on this (This, this)

Straight from the trap to flippin' packs, it's stupid rich (Rich, rich)

Came from the road, but on the mad ting, to movin' bits (Hundred-hu—)

Hundred Albos pull up, your whole block just shot up (Baow, baow)

Škorpion, no Drizzy, but the ting gets six shots go off (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Make opps just drop out and my diamonds dance like Future

Bus belongs to the streets, no Future

So, I got a sweet one tucked up

Yeah, she's got a big back like Steff (Mad) And she hold's my burner (Baow, baow, baow)

This-this London boy is a real big earner

Yeah, I move keys, no Mozart and the way I draw girl, Picasso

And the way I run roads like Usain Bolt

And her face on numerous sad tings

My ch-my chick she bad, my chick mad, my chick wavy

Keep it real for a G, so I keep it real for my lady

Yeah, my akhi Bound just pulled up

And you know turned wavy (And you know turned wavy)

Eighteen, real lit, pull out the red panties, baby (Bring out the red panties)

Came-came from the mud, she's got my back, she's no diva (She's my diva)

My señorita, she love me like Haile' loves Bieber

[Chorus: Escobars]

Whip it, stick it, pa-pack that work and stretch it (Stretch it)

Grab it, load it, co-cock that ting and bang it (Baow, baow)

Bad ting, mad ting (Mad, mad, mad, mad)

Yeah, you know that ting got handled (Ayy)

Woah, you know that your ting got handled (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Woah, you know that opp got—

Whi-whip it, stick it, pack that work and stretch it (Stretch)

Grab it, load it (Rrr), cock that ting and bang it (Bap, baow)

Bad ting, mad ting

Yeah, you know that ting got handled

Woah, you know that your ting got handled

Woah, you know that opp got—