Pop Smoke and Dread Woo - Woo Year

CashMoneyAP (yeah)
(Fuck outta here)
On a whole new wave (yeah)
We gon' catch it (yeah)
Yeah, hahahaha (Kio)
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 traded the AP for a Patek
Twenty 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 you 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 'bout my breeze
I 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)
See me down when it's me in my booth
Forever Pop, yeah, he shake up the room
(Woo) forever Pop, yeah, he shake up the room
No hesitation', no pickin', no choose (uh, uh)
I keep the stick and you know I'm the shooter
Daffi with me and he totin' the Ruger
She fell in love with the bag
She throwin' it back and I'm slappin' her ass
Two eighty eight and I'm doin' the dash
Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass
Lil' treesh on my body (racks), I'm smokin' the gas
I do what I want, had the guns in the the Class
Bad bitch, treeshin', RJ, hop out, leavin'
Bend blocks, speedin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) (grr, 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

Written by:
Alex Petit, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Kiowa Roukema

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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