Lil Durk ft. Key Glock - Wooh Lyrics

(DY Krazy)
Yeah
Yo, turn it up some
Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah

Why you not buying no pints no more?
Shootouts, we don't fight no more
Why you not rocking your ice no more?
I don't wear my clothes twice no more
Why you don't carry your pipe no more? (Why you don't)
She say I don't fuck her twice no more
Why you don't fuck up them racks no more?
Why you not copping them pounds no more? (Yeah)
I don't even think about dying no more (dying no more)
Why that chain don't shine no more? (Shine no more)
Why you don't be with the fam no more? (Fam no more)
Why you niggas don't slide no more? (Slide no more)
Me and the streets compatible
AP flooded radical (rad)
Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two (buy the two)
Don't sip green 'cause that won't do
Woo, woo, tired of you
Woo, woo, Bentley coupe (yeah)
Woo, woo, taxin' you (yeah)
Woo, woo, lie to who? (Let's get it)
Groupies, killers turned to groupies (turnt)
Robbers turned to groupies (turnt)
All this shit is goofy (goofy)
This shit like a movie (yeah)
Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em, boom (gang)
Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted
I don't know how you could do it, ooh (yeah)
You play with me, you disappear, poof (codeine)
These Perkies got me skinny
Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny
Self-park when I park that Bentley
Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy
Yeah, kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" (bitch)

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)

Woo, quarter million dollar coupe
Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh (lost it, nigga)
Woo, bitch, I like my money blue (like my money blue)
Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot
Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis (baow)
I keep extensions with me
These hoes, they ain't worth a penny (uh)
But we still pimpin' bitches
Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented (yeah)
I'm sliding foreign tinted
With a couple killers in it (five)
We four deep, ain't too many (uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what)
We on the road to riches
Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what)
We gettin' a lot of digits (racks)
Young nigga with plenty (woo)
Money and ammunition
New baguettes with no pendant (yaw)
Every chain cost a fifty (woo)

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo (yeah)