Whoa - Intellectual

[Intro: Chief Keef]

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[Chorus: Chief Keef]

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[Verse 1: Capo]

That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like, "Whoa"

I know she wanna glo up, baby, I ain't talking 'bout yo clothes

Girl, get the fuck out my face if you ain't tryna go

Can't beef with a broke nigga, I'm 'bout my bankrolls

First time she see me like, "Whoa"

And when a opp see me, I'ma up this fifty like, "Whoa"

Run up on me, get back like, "Whoa"

And it's too many of y'all, so 'bout two of y'all gettin' poled

Getting poled like, "Whoa"

And all that money and them clothes and them guns

Nah, that shit ain't yours

Got a Glock 17 that blow

It'll blow like, "Whoa"

Thots wearing they best friend Prada, girl know them not yours

Looking at y'all like, "Whoa"

And we did want twenty, now we want fifty-five for a show

Pull up on us like, "Whoa"

And if you ain't got our money, we ain't showing up to no shows

Whoa

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

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[Verse 2: Tadoe]

That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choke

I told that bitch, "Don't fuck, I want throat"

But bitch after this top, you gotta go

I just blew some racks at the store

Can't shop at JB's, not no more

Just spent fifty hunnid on this blow

Trappin' all summer 'til it snow

All white Forgis on the floor

All white mansion look like coke

Just got a hunnid bricks, fresh off the boat

They gone super quick, connect like, "Whoa"

And these fuck niggas know I tote

I do a drill while she roll my smoke

This kickback from this nickel, I'm like, "Whoa"

I send some shots, I almost hit his throat

That fuck nigga lucky I was off this fo'

I come back in the morning, won't miss no more

She seen me in the store, spending rolls

She know I sell coke just by my clothes

I'm smoking thoink, this shit got me like...

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

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