"Woosie"

Prod. REY PANDORA / BEATS Lyrics: Man fuck what Bobby Portis said about Milwaukee. There's plenty to do here at night. You just can't be a woosie. Woosie. Oh you're from Chicago? Woosie. Wahwahwahwah oh it's scary out here in Milwaukee. You can't stand on your own, you're a woosie You gotta run to your wife or husband, you're a woosie You gotta ask your kids something, you're a woosie You can't wear a condom, you're a woosie You had kids, now you complain about em, you're a woosie You had an office job and you fucked it up, woosie You can't even say how you feel, woosie I'd say wussup but I already know what it is, woosie You're a bigot, woosie Old fatass, woosie Old hairflipping, woosie You have no style, woosie Fake accent, woosie Faggot can't even eat a pussy I'm smoking gas, woosie College grad, woosie All that and I'll whoop your ass, woosie You waste all your cash, woosie You stuck in the past, woosie You ain't independent, woosie You had your job handed to you, woosie You're an American, woosie You're embarrassing, woosie You weren't beat growing up, you weren't bullied in school You didn't have no scholarships You start something and call it quits You weren't scammed by the government All that and you have no international hits Woosie, you're pushy You're impatient, you need vacations You say you can't understand what they're saying You have a small brain, woosie You were born with everything, plus change, woosie You don't even have a gun for protection, woosie You started getting old in your 20s You're boring, woosie You don't stand on nothing Always walking on pins and needles, typing and deleting You're passive aggressive, woosie You're a lair, woosie You need God, woosie Won't even allow me my rights by the law, woosie Old UW woosie Wisconsin woosie Midwest woosie American woosie You're not a don, woosie You deal drugs, woosie You're taking pics every time you're in the hood, woosie You gotta curse all the time and be perverted Wahwahwah, I gotta learn, woosie You all ganged up on Clifton Grefe, woosie All against one, once again, woosie You don't even smoke kush You're afraid of the bush Side eyed looks Bright eyed with tits You're afraid of the water You're afraid of the ice You're afraid of the cold You're afraid of the snow Your face without makuep, and toes, and clothes You're deadass afraid of what you'd be if you weren't a ho You have no goals You're afraid of going down that road cause you'd fold You can't take an L, and you can't accept gold You call people retarded because you're slow Pretend folks And you hate someone's nose And you're always saying gross You're a woosie Down to your soul, you're a woosie You're never ready to go, you're a woosie You'd hop right up on that pole, you're a woosie Always playing doppelgängers, clones, you're a woosie You need a lightskin yellowbone, you're a woosie You always gotta fix your jones, you're a woosie 9-5 and then you go home, woosie You don't got your own flow, you're a woosie Ok der Bob? Haha. Ok Bob? Bobby?