Wake Up (feat. lentra)
Hey ma-, the fu-,
the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fuckin'
Yeah
Lentra, the God
Yeah yeah
Woah! Wake up!
Roll up a blunt, you got no weed
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Hop in the truck, you got no keys
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Try to kick off, you got no knees
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Just a bad dream for the homie
Na na na
Okay, today's the day that I wake up
Imma shake it up, break it up
Fill it up like a bubble bath
Hop in a hot tub and bounce her butt like a lily pad
Hand me the acid I'm trippin' out off a couple tabs (Oof)
Let the drum kick, let the drum kick, yeah
Okay back to business, my business is not boomin'
I feel like my butt is a Nicki Minaj doom bin
Shitting out the broccoli, cauliflower and cumin
Yeah, I got up
"I'm at the top you at the bottom" (Yeah)
I put cocaine into every song, 'cause cocaine fuckin' rockin' (Yeah)
Double the coke, double the ass
Double the cheese, rubber elastic
I got the bands, it's fantastic
Just a dream
That's tragic
Woah! Wake up!
Roll up a blunt, you got no weed
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Hop in the truck, you got no keys
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Try to kick off, you got no knees
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Just a bad dream for the homie
Na na na
Sheesh, you really runnin' bro (Runnin' bro)
Why the fuck you runnin' bro? (Why the fuck?)
Runnin' to the bank, laugh it up like, "Ah ha ha"
Batman and Robin, that shit, "Dun dun du na na" (W-oof)
Let the drum kick, "Do do do do do"
(Absolute incoherent gibberish)
Man, I'm sick of flows, I'm on the road zoomin'
Cop in the rear view, lights on
Fuck!
Got a speeding ticket like, "Bro, can you prove it?"
Yeah son, you were goin' 90 miles shootin'
Really, are you sure? (Yeah)
Sir, are you truthin'?
120 on the straightaway, like boomin'
Damn son, really on some noob shit
Your address on your identification says
"Boobies", bitch
Imma let you off with a 400 dollar ticket, 'cause I hate you
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Roll up a blunt, you got no weed
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Hop in the truck, you got no keys
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Try to kick off, you got no knees
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Just a bad dream for the homie
Na na na
the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fuckin'
Yeah
Lentra, the God
Yeah yeah
Woah! Wake up!
Roll up a blunt, you got no weed
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Hop in the truck, you got no keys
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Try to kick off, you got no knees
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Just a bad dream for the homie
Na na na
Okay, today's the day that I wake up
Imma shake it up, break it up
Fill it up like a bubble bath
Hop in a hot tub and bounce her butt like a lily pad
Hand me the acid I'm trippin' out off a couple tabs (Oof)
Let the drum kick, let the drum kick, yeah
Okay back to business, my business is not boomin'
I feel like my butt is a Nicki Minaj doom bin
Shitting out the broccoli, cauliflower and cumin
Yeah, I got up
"I'm at the top you at the bottom" (Yeah)
I put cocaine into every song, 'cause cocaine fuckin' rockin' (Yeah)
Double the coke, double the ass
Double the cheese, rubber elastic
I got the bands, it's fantastic
Just a dream
That's tragic
Woah! Wake up!
Roll up a blunt, you got no weed
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Hop in the truck, you got no keys
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Try to kick off, you got no knees
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Just a bad dream for the homie
Na na na
Sheesh, you really runnin' bro (Runnin' bro)
Why the fuck you runnin' bro? (Why the fuck?)
Runnin' to the bank, laugh it up like, "Ah ha ha"
Batman and Robin, that shit, "Dun dun du na na" (W-oof)
Let the drum kick, "Do do do do do"
(Absolute incoherent gibberish)
Man, I'm sick of flows, I'm on the road zoomin'
Cop in the rear view, lights on
Fuck!
Got a speeding ticket like, "Bro, can you prove it?"
Yeah son, you were goin' 90 miles shootin'
Really, are you sure? (Yeah)
Sir, are you truthin'?
120 on the straightaway, like boomin'
Damn son, really on some noob shit
Your address on your identification says
"Boobies", bitch
Imma let you off with a 400 dollar ticket, 'cause I hate you
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Roll up a blunt, you got no weed
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Hop in the truck, you got no keys
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Try to kick off, you got no knees
Oh, fuck!
Woah! Wake up!
Just a bad dream for the homie
Na na na
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Hartnell, Julien Bruce
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