Mel Matrix:

Soo Woo

Soo Woo

Soo Woo

Soo Woo



Verse 1

Mel Matrix:

Bag the work up, get it off

I get it hard white, and I get it soft (We get it on)

We get bread nigga, duckin' from the coppers

Put the handguns away, now we totin' choppers (those big thangs)

They be droppin' like flies in the hood

My niggaz cooking crack and flippin' pies in the hood (That yayo)

What you mad, you want me to say some'n

The 4-4 bullets is known to bend some'n

Boom, the 5th in the Louis bag

I'm a big homie, I can terminate your goonie pass (9-Trey)

Try me if you feelin' ya oats

We gon' play mistletoe, I have you kissin' the toast (Open ya mouth nigga)

I'm a banger and nuttin' less

When the beef get it poppin', I'm bangin' in nuttin' left (Swear to god)

The shots jump like trampolines

Big dum-dums cocksucka, let the crackers lean (Soo Woo)



Chorus

Rell:

But then you don't know

If what we gon' do

We stay in control

And sneak up on you

But don't get us wrong

Cuz you won't need a sip

Wherever we goin'

Got the thing on my hip



Verse 2

Stack Bundles:

The whole world got errbody thinkin' they ballin'

Try to 10-90 it'll be red apples fallin'

And I ain't even homie (Soo Woo)

But before they let me squeeze niggaz like Smurfs and do it for me

The boys'll throw a surprise party (How)

The problem is they ain't get nobody

Since they made a kick though (Oh)

Will make you just fall back for now my nigga, I'ma get dough

Either way you'll get that Mase' Coupe

Whether fresh off the studio or grindin' on the stoop

We had it all planned

He set inhe spot ‘til the 20s grew legs and they all ran out

But all good things come to an end

I promise you, nuthn' stronger than the bond of a friend

Til I'm on my last leg

Still get it on the low like matinee

But these ya last days

These my last trays, 38s-38s

Fuck the trappin', I'm a rapper, I'm tryna avoide the case nigga



Chorus



Mel Matrix:

Soo Woo

Soo Woo

Soo Woo

Soo Woo