Wockiesha (feat. Lul Adam)
I don't drink wock don't mean I won't sell it
Finesse his lil ass got da money I ain't mail it
Don't play wit my money this shit can get deadly
Ain't wifing no bitch that be acting too friendly
Spanking they ass I feel like baby fifty
High off my ass I'm smokin og billy
Getting up on me nigga that's to risky
Keep shit in da streets I'm really getting busy
I got my stick in the car
So don't be driving all crazy and shit cause if the feds get behind us
I know u not gonna bust they ass lil bitch
An I don't even feel like running but if I got to I'm doin that shit
An I'm playing the mirrors ima tell u when to turn left or the right
If I'm driving da car I'm bussing I see lights
An my old bitch mad cause I'm fucking her f f
Ain't talkin money then nigga I'm deaf deaf
Finessed him with two and tell him its one
Faking ass niggas ain't shooting they gun
Burn his ass up like he in a sun
Copy what I do these niggas my sons
Don't smoke on no tony's only rolling thumbs
My brother don't smoke chew opps like its gum
I don't drink wock don't mean I won't sell it
Finesse his lil ass got da money I ain't mail it
Don't play wit my money this shit can get deadly
Ain't wifing no bitch dat be acting too friendly
Spanking they ass I feel like baby fifty
High off my ass I'm smoking og billy
Getting up on me nigga that's too risky
Keep shit in da streets I'm really getting busy
Uh
We bout to slide we fishing
Bang on a nigga like I was big pimping
Rapping me up you can get it
Beat up his man if he bluffing
These niggas they really on nothing
Slide on his block get the dumping
I'm serving the gas no fronting
Light skin bitch get the fucking
Certified stepper been spinning so much
Gone off the gas I been looking for bump
Two for the two come get what you want
Served him some og he wanted the runts
Heard he got money we come in a rush
Whip out the stick bro geeking to bust
Big dawg stepper no lies in this verse
You not in the field you was hiding at first
You say you my brother boy slide for me first
I don't drink wock don't mean I won't sell it
Finesse his lil ass got da money I ain't mail it
Don't play wit my money this shit can get deadly
Ain't wifing no bitch that be acting too friendly
Spanking dey ass I feel like baby fifty
High off my ass I'm smoking og billy
Getting up on me nigga that's too risky
Keep shit in da streets I'm really getting busy
Finesse his lil ass got da money I ain't mail it
Don't play wit my money this shit can get deadly
Ain't wifing no bitch that be acting too friendly
Spanking they ass I feel like baby fifty
High off my ass I'm smokin og billy
Getting up on me nigga that's to risky
Keep shit in da streets I'm really getting busy
I got my stick in the car
So don't be driving all crazy and shit cause if the feds get behind us
I know u not gonna bust they ass lil bitch
An I don't even feel like running but if I got to I'm doin that shit
An I'm playing the mirrors ima tell u when to turn left or the right
If I'm driving da car I'm bussing I see lights
An my old bitch mad cause I'm fucking her f f
Ain't talkin money then nigga I'm deaf deaf
Finessed him with two and tell him its one
Faking ass niggas ain't shooting they gun
Burn his ass up like he in a sun
Copy what I do these niggas my sons
Don't smoke on no tony's only rolling thumbs
My brother don't smoke chew opps like its gum
I don't drink wock don't mean I won't sell it
Finesse his lil ass got da money I ain't mail it
Don't play wit my money this shit can get deadly
Ain't wifing no bitch dat be acting too friendly
Spanking they ass I feel like baby fifty
High off my ass I'm smoking og billy
Getting up on me nigga that's too risky
Keep shit in da streets I'm really getting busy
Uh
We bout to slide we fishing
Bang on a nigga like I was big pimping
Rapping me up you can get it
Beat up his man if he bluffing
These niggas they really on nothing
Slide on his block get the dumping
I'm serving the gas no fronting
Light skin bitch get the fucking
Certified stepper been spinning so much
Gone off the gas I been looking for bump
Two for the two come get what you want
Served him some og he wanted the runts
Heard he got money we come in a rush
Whip out the stick bro geeking to bust
Big dawg stepper no lies in this verse
You not in the field you was hiding at first
You say you my brother boy slide for me first
I don't drink wock don't mean I won't sell it
Finesse his lil ass got da money I ain't mail it
Don't play wit my money this shit can get deadly
Ain't wifing no bitch that be acting too friendly
Spanking dey ass I feel like baby fifty
High off my ass I'm smoking og billy
Getting up on me nigga that's too risky
Keep shit in da streets I'm really getting busy
Credits
Writer(s): Ishyne Pratt
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