Woosah / Street Cat lyrics - Chief Keef

[Woosah]

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa

Aha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh

Man, put his ass back, where he came! (Ah-uh)

I thank y'all for comin' out (ay)

Ay, ay (Ah-uh)

Ooh, ooh

Sosa baby, GBE baby

(Mm-mm)

Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha (Ah-ah)

Baby, you free as a motherfuckin' freeway

Vroom, vroom, vroom, go do you

Get green baby, don't be blue

Oh he got guns baby, what he do

Devil on my collar tryna let me loose

God be good all the time, don't he do

And I be chillin' out like woosah

Chillin' out like woosah

Boy, my gun don't got no holster

Gun don't got no holster, ay

Yeah, that young nigga from O-Block

Creepin' down on yo' block, ay

I'ma star, I ain't no co-star, star, ain't no co-star, ay (ay)

At first I was at O-block, now I'm rockin' shows up, ay (ay)

Ah-uh

I'm from another planet, what I'm doing here?

I ain't been to my home planet in six years

I know they be lookin' for me like, "Damn, Sosa done!" (ha, ha, ha)

Only thing I get high off of purple and chron'

(Ha, ha, ha, ay)

In a all black Lamb truck, this bitch cost a Rolls Royce Dawn (Dawn)

You don't know how it feel to lose all of yo' niggas

It's just one thing you want (Want)

Is one more time (Time), to cruise with all your niggas (Let's get it)

But I'm passed that, big blunts, but I do not pass that

Sometimes I fuck with a rat hoe

But I will never fuck with the rat pack

Got Smith-n with me, baby, woosah, woosah

Stick yo ass like Botox (Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang)

Bitch, put your seat belt on when you hop in the fast car

Tadoe steady ask how I'm bleedin'

When you know I'm bleeding like a tampon

Still got love for the same bitch like when I'm posted on Lamron

My mama named me Keith baby, I rather that, than Stephon

When the wheels went flat, we fixed that bitch and kept going

(Ah-uh, ah-uh)

Now it's Fo's on the truck, when I pull up they be like, "Yeah, boy"

[Street Cat]

Ay (ay)

Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)

Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)

I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)

You crazy on the Internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)

I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)

Drop-top down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight

(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)

Niggas' white bricks day but I see fuckin' cold rice (Beep)

(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)

Ay, ay

I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style

I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow

What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the .40 cal (Bow)

They be seeing a nigga balling nigga here they come to foul

Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"

I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around

He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah. He was fucking around"

I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down

I'm street nigga pussy, I ain't faking for the clout

I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound

And I shoot crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thous

I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down

I'm a street nigga pussy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit

They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit

He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his hoe a dick

At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit

I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that

So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck

When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"

I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks

I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that

Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?

I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back

I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at

I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me?

You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubber-band me"?

Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene

Sosa what the opps on? Nigga, not a damn thing

I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch

I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit

Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit

Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit

I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumping off the porch

I had sprained my fuckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport

Stealin' granny shit, now I'm taking nothin' less a sport

We ain't talkin' to these niggas they ain't nothin' past a dork

I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit

I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you fuck my bitch?

Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick

Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fuckin' shit, ay (Bang!)