WOOFIN

[Intro]

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Bitch

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Hook]

Quit all of that woofin', boy

I’m not tryna talk iit out, so, lil' bitch, close your mouth

You ain't come to bang it out, should’ve kept your bitch-ass in the house

I don't know 'bout Thug 'n' them, but it's never fuck the streets, uh

Shoutout to J, mane, but we push different types of Ps, huh, what?

Bitch, I'm David with the sling, I bring a John to his knees

Got .556 and .223s, hear that phew

When them hollows fly by, bet they feel the breeze (Get down)

I'm with my money, I’m with my brothers

Either way, I’m with some Gs (That's right)

[Verse]

Two Gs on the belt, Gucci Gang, I’m with my brothers trappin', mane

Look like a throwback, Gucci Mane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Fuck a Cuban, this a Gucci link

No bitch can make my ego shrink

I'm all that in the kitchen sink (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Say, girl, mane your attitude stank

My bitch, she bad, coochiе pink, I say, "Bae, let me takе a peek"

Uh-huh, uh-huh (Come here)

I'm in my bag, it’s double-G

Them niggas hatin' on a P, but, bae, that is not news to me

[Verse 2]

Bad bitch see me poppin', talkin' 'bout, "Clock it"

In my section, with my 'migos, finna take off like a rocket (Go, go)

G22 on my hip, he play ‘round in this bitch, I pop it

Yeah, you shouldn't even if when you up, you gotta cock it, bitch

Yeah, ain't no [?], bitch, you still the same ho

No matter how many times you say it, you still the same, though

I could change up on a bitch like I change clothes

Fuck deleting my number, tell that bitch forget my name, ho

[Hook]

Quit all of that woofin', boy

I'm not tryna talk iit out, so, lil' bitch, close your mouth

You ain't come to bang it out, should've kept your bitch-ass in the house

I don't know 'bout Thug 'n' them, but it's never fuck the streets, uh

Shoutout to J, mane, but we push different types of Ps, huh, what?

Bitch, I'm David with the sling, I bring a John to his knees

Got .556 and .223s, hear that phew

When them hollows fly by, bet they feel the breeze (Get down)

I'm with my money, I'm with my brothers

Either way, I'm with some Gs (That's right)

Quit all of that woofin', boy

I'm not tryna talk iit out, so, lil' bitch, close your mouth

You ain't come to bang it out, should've kept your bitch-ass in the house

I don't know 'bout Thug 'n' them, but it's never fuck the streets, uh

Shoutout to J, mane, but we push different types of Ps, huh, what?

Bitch, I'm David with the sling, I bring a John to his knees

Got .556 and .223s, hear that phew

When them hollows fly by, bet they feel the breeze (Get down)

I'm with my money, I'm with my brothers

Either way, I'm with some Gs (That's right)