Woo Shit

Woo Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)
Look, woo

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look
I’m downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo sh*t (Woo sh*t)
I walk in to Saks Fifth with a bad b**ch, and we both feelin’ ruthless (Ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like “You ain’t gon’ do sh*t” (Nah)
Saucy (Saucy), too lit (Too lit), headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I’m boomin’ (Bow, woo, bow)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don’t try to teach me, nigga, I know what I’m doin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin’ (Woo)
Big dough (Big dough), goofin’ (Goofin’), snowflake (Snowflake), coolin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
I get the money and dip
I don’t go to war ‘less I’m fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I’m good with a b**ch, ayy, ayy
I got a fast whip, shooter shootin’ then he pass grip, uh
Don’t say you smokin’ on my niggas, ’cause that be your last spliff (b**ch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (Ayy)
Turn my b**ch into a bad b**ch
Drop a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give him ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough and know how to play, uh
I did a show, that’s out of state (Ayy)
I make them b**ches go right out of the way

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look
I’m downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo sh*t (Woo sh*t)
I walk in to Saks Fifth with a bad b**ch, and we both feelin’ ruthless (Ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like “You ain’t gon’ do sh*t” (Nah)
Saucin’ (Saucin’), too lit (Too lit), headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I’m boomin’ (Bow, woo, bow)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don’t try to teach me, nigga, I know what I’m doin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin’ (Woo)
Big dough (Big dough), goofin’ (Goofin’), snowflake (Snowflake), coolin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
I just took the gas in New York with the gang and we on some woo sh*t
And we really outside, and my crew lit
We too deep, ain’t nobody gon’ do sh*t
If it’s a problem, my young nigga shoot sh*t
Stackin’ out like a day up in Ruth Chris
In the field, we took more than a few plays
Mike Amiri jeans full of goose strips
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me
Tell him stitch me a new wrist
I just dropped ten racks up in Louis
I spend like a bail on my new kick
Make a hater throw up, ’cause my coupe sick
I can’t f**k on that ho, ’cause I’m too rich
(Make a hater throw up, ’cause my coupe sick
I can’t f**k on that ho, ’cause I’m too rich)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look
I’m downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo sh*t (Woo sh*t)
I walk in to Saks Fifth with a bad b**ch, and we both feelin’ ruthless (Ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like “You ain’t gon’ do sh*t” (Nah)
Saucin’ (Saucin’), too lit (Too lit), headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I’m boomin’ (Bow, woo, bow)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don’t try to teach me, nigga, I know what I’m doin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin’ (Woo)
Big dough (Big dough), goofin’ (Goofin’), snowflake (Snowflake), coolin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)