Yeah, I'm in that mode, I can't lose Yeah, your friends are baddies, holdin' jatties looking like candy, ooh These niggas been blurrin' my style for a while and I ain't jackin' it This shit be blasphemous I pop out bag with it I feel like draggin' it Shit, hmm, who run this shit? Riddle me this They copy the sauce and then they dip Let's get a one time for the killers One time here for the realers Now one time for the thrillers This that wooshie boun, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun oh, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun Now I'm trippin' I'm ready for hots These niggas is pop, that bitch ain't it, she feelin' like a bop I ain't judgin' but I'm judgin' I ain't gunnin' but I'm gunnin' Damn you laced, jersey in this bitch, let's get that straight This that wooshie boun, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun oh, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun oh, this that wooshie boun This that wooshie boun yeah, this that wooshie boun