Landalin - Woo Lyrics

Mo' to the rap life then app likes
Tryna keep up witta wave until it capsize
Tryna keep the kid down until I hack ties
Yah they say they got the bars but they snack size

Boy I got that woo, woo
Boy I got that uh-huh
Boy I got that fiya
Comin', comin' through yeah
Boy I got that woo, woo
Boy I got that uh-huh
Boy I got that fiya
Comin', comin' through yeah

Boy I got that woo (Woo!), boy I got that calm down
Boy I got that neva catch me slippin' in some Toms now
Boy I got that (Uh-huh!), nod if you rockin' with me
Dappin' up everybody includin' those who ain't got me
Boy I got that (Fiya!), wax like a Yankee Candle
Torch is Olympic, I'm prolific with the slaps like a sandal
Pistol Pete with the handles, I dish it out for the mammals
Landalin, I'm tryna channel in a drought like a camel, so yo
Bump a hump day, we rollin' up that skunk spray
Do like J. Alba, get the punks pay, then I upgrade
Ooh I bet I duck hate, Huey, Dewey, Louie too
Neva fakin', layin' cats flat like a Looney Tune
I'm schoolin' all you fools like a tutorin' session
But who'd've thought the best outta here would neva shoot a weapon
But, still could lay the shit down in lyric aggression
In all of my sessions I gotta combo wit it like Tekken

I got that woo, woo
Boy I got that uh-huh
Boy I got that fiya
Comin', comin' through yeah
Boy I got that woo, woo
Boy I got that uh-huh
Boy I got that fiya
Comin', comin' through yeah

I am that boy, flowin' out my shell like I was Blastoise
Yah they say they clap toys, but ain't got the rhythm
They tryna be they favorite rappers but them shoes don't fit 'em
I guess that's why they slippin', trippin' on who be wit 'em
Instead of coming up with punchlines that's movin' 'n' shit
Ya'll huddle round a f*ckin' bottle like ya'll doin' some shit
But really ya'll ain't doin' nothin' but messin' up for the rest of us
They payin' for they followers and I'm just tryna bless it up
Ignorance could be a bliss or a bitch if you dress it up
Prolly why these internet rappers be tryna flex it up
We ain't really trippin' the procedure like we checkin' up
Plain and Simple we applyin' pressure ain't no lettin' up
Couldn't write a betta script then this, you couldn't set it up
Swear the shit's a sandbox to me, ya'll be tethered up
Ten toes to the ground 'til my Vans weathered up
The cul-de-sac cat about to level up, boy I got that- woo