Tobi & Jazz Cartier Woah
[Intro: TOBi, Jazz Cartier]
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off
This that shit (Woo!)
[Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both]
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Jazz Cartier]
Look, take a bite of the forbidden fruit (Yeah)
John Redicks, eight simple rules
Got drugs mixed with liquor too
Still got love for niggas and my bitches too (I love my niggas)
Look in the mirror, heh (Yeah)
Mixing my demons and ridicules
See the bad bitches in the pigeon coop
You know brazen and feather be flockin' together (Brr)
Open your eyes if you blinded to tarot
Counting my bread while she feed me injera
Life is a puzzle, I piece it together
I'm praying for peace with my hand on my heat (Hand on my heat)
Wish a nigga would try
Wish a nigga would slide
Wish a nigga would reach for my neckpiece
Then I'll be a victim of my own pride, cuzzi mane (Fa, fa, fa, woo!)
[Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both]
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
This that shit
[Verse 2: TOBi]
Why would I hear what a broke kid-a tellin' me?
Never stepped foot in the game but instead he creep (Watchin')
Plottin' on everything, on the red eye
My connect be the embassy
Big TOB-i, steady on the lean like 605
Man like me never pick no side
Less is war, then we gon', we gon', ride
Bit my style, funny
Best pay the kid homage, dummy
Kids on the block, they yelling "Red truck!"
Boy, I've been putting out fire, fire, fire
I put the beat in a hearse
I put the heat in the verse
Sell her a paper
She wanna see it in person
She want some beef with desert
And keep it a secret, woah
[Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both]
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
This that shit
[Verse 3: TOBi, Jazz Cartier]
This shit is mad, bro
I met Meek and I was watching the cash flow
I ain't get to the phone, I've been countin' my blessings
Been reelin' it in like a lasso
And I was sending heat to the last show
Couldn't tell ya, I've been in my bag tho
Yeah you been on a roll, be I be on roll like a crash dummy
They ain't love me when never I had money
But I'm livin', so please don't be sad for me
I remember way back in the past, when kids used to laugh at me
In the back of the class, like that's funny
Now I'm bragging and showing my ass
Now the penthouse be the bachelor pad
All from the pen and the pad, homie
Aye woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Ain't we supposed to go back and forth on this shit?
What the f..ck? (Woo!)
[Chorus: Jazz Cartier, TOBi, Both]
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off (Woah, woah, woah, uh-huh)
This that shit
[Outro: TOBi, Jazz Cartier]
This shit gon' make a nigga wanna take off
Hop in the Lamb' and take off
Pack all my bags and take off
This that shit
Woo! (Woo! Who!)
