Whoa Lyrics - Singles - Cyhi Da Prynce

Soon as I pull up out the drive way 

With a bad bitch standin bout 5'8 

Around my way 

Where I stay 

Nigga I rate 

Cause I skate 

Like Stevie Williams 

Tryna reach a million 

Niggas showin love when I leave the building 

Sold out shows at east pavillion 

Probably with your bitch if shes appealin 

My car in the house, why I need the ceilin? 

If she at the crib, then he is drillin 

Run up on me then the heat is spillin 

Why you mad nigga you can barley feed your children 

If that's your girl why is she revealin 

Her deeper feelins 

By be and stealin? 

This dick in her 

Then fix dinner 

Id put my log in 

But I don't hit inner? 

What's wrong, use the brotha that be the big spender 

Pussy nigga, you should go and switch genders 

You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I need 3 scales 

Tell ya what I go and get detail? 

Then hit Houston's I eat well 

But I gotta ride with the 45, 

They don't like me and I don't know why... 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me... 

They lookin, 

Police think they cookin 

I sell it but I shouldn't 

If I was rich, trust me I wouldn't 

I'm not a women beater, but Keisha is who I'm pushin 

Sold a hundred pounds, only one of them was tookin 

If I see em then I'm bookin, like I got a show in Brooklyn 

Found some powder and some Kush'n 

And a pistol in the glove department with a loaded fuckin cartiridge 

For cowards that's woofin? 

If they paid me a million to be you for a hour I wouldn't 

I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin' 

I sold it for the five even though they said I couldn't 

They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, first not cause I rap a lot 

I see that I can rap a burn way faster than I rap a block? 

Plus this thing on my hip force a nigga to have to hop 

My partners like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car 

They try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out 

And when I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me why? 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me... 

Suckers hate so they screw face 

I'm high to def, no blue ray 

I'm shy as hell no lupe 

I'm bobby cox, I'm two brave 

Ride around in my new shades 

Clock two tres, for my crusade 

All my bullets fly with tips, just like T, I do clay 

I'm on the way to the UK 

Niggas do say I'm the new Jay 

I'm so polished, low mileage 

I'm a Freshman, but I don't go to college 

And I don't own a stylus 

I was on the violet 

When I'm on the pilot 

Like a DVD, when I feed the streets 

My songs is burnin like Eazy-E, 

Now you mad cause your girl wanna be with me 

And you know I'm a bang her like a Jeezy beat 

I can see you hatin, you don't need to speak 

You can have her back, I don't the freak 

Before a little nigga even get a chance to reach his peak 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways 

Them haters lookin at me... 

They lookin...