Wake Up (with ssgkobe)
Emphasis on the beat
Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin'
At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin'
O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, "Where you goin'?"
Ri-ridin' around in a foreign
These girls got no personality, they be borin'
Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean
Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I'm explorin'
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm ignorin'
Nigga, who at the door?
O-oh, it's your whore, now she sayin', "Dami, mi amor"
Sh-she wanna come back mañana, I said, "Hold the door"
And I been had that bag since I crawled on the floor
In and out of Jags when I be on tour
I'm a German Shepard, you a Labrador
Smokin' on this gas, feel it in my core
I'ma stay out the way and then run up my chips
Man, these niggas be lame, every week a new diss
When I walk out in public, your bitch want a flick
And you know I'm up a nigga, KA$H don't miss
Said he gon' slide on me, but he ain't slide shit
I got real street shooters and they alias as shit
How you saying you a goon, but you ain't got a stick?
I'ma up it when I see it, I'ma make that shit quick
O-oh, your mans died, I could've called that
Your thot on my line, I'm finna call back
Kick in his crib, no mask, fit all black
Said he gon' shoot, nigga, where's your ball at?
Nigga, you cappin', 2Pac, nigga, you actin'
I can't fuck with no shawty who be problematic
Please don't try to cross me, I love hittin' traffic
I greened out last night, don't remember what happened
Ran up the bands, lil' nigga, then I gotta go
Bitch wanna come give me head, then I gotta go
Sippin' on red, sippin' lean, sippin' Elmo
She wanna be cuffed up, I'm like, "Hell no"
Pay for my clothes, say no
Movin' the pack on the low
Walk in this bitch with Draco
Opps in the party, lay low (yeah)
She wanna fuck on the squad
I know shawty is a thot, yeah
I'll take her up to the stars
Yeah, off this lean, I'm booted up
Choppa in my hand, don't fool with us
When I'm up, niggas wanna be cool with us
I spend the bag tonight, but tomorrow I-
Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin'
At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin'
O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, "Where you goin'?"
Ri-ridin' around in a foreign
These girls got no personality, they be borin'
Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean
Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I'm explorin'
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm ignorin'
Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin'
At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin'
O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, "Where you goin'?"
Ri-ridin' around in a foreign
These girls got no personality, they be borin'
Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean
Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I'm explorin'
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm ignorin'
Nigga, who at the door?
O-oh, it's your whore, now she sayin', "Dami, mi amor"
Sh-she wanna come back mañana, I said, "Hold the door"
And I been had that bag since I crawled on the floor
In and out of Jags when I be on tour
I'm a German Shepard, you a Labrador
Smokin' on this gas, feel it in my core
I'ma stay out the way and then run up my chips
Man, these niggas be lame, every week a new diss
When I walk out in public, your bitch want a flick
And you know I'm up a nigga, KA$H don't miss
Said he gon' slide on me, but he ain't slide shit
I got real street shooters and they alias as shit
How you saying you a goon, but you ain't got a stick?
I'ma up it when I see it, I'ma make that shit quick
O-oh, your mans died, I could've called that
Your thot on my line, I'm finna call back
Kick in his crib, no mask, fit all black
Said he gon' shoot, nigga, where's your ball at?
Nigga, you cappin', 2Pac, nigga, you actin'
I can't fuck with no shawty who be problematic
Please don't try to cross me, I love hittin' traffic
I greened out last night, don't remember what happened
Ran up the bands, lil' nigga, then I gotta go
Bitch wanna come give me head, then I gotta go
Sippin' on red, sippin' lean, sippin' Elmo
She wanna be cuffed up, I'm like, "Hell no"
Pay for my clothes, say no
Movin' the pack on the low
Walk in this bitch with Draco
Opps in the party, lay low (yeah)
She wanna fuck on the squad
I know shawty is a thot, yeah
I'll take her up to the stars
Yeah, off this lean, I'm booted up
Choppa in my hand, don't fool with us
When I'm up, niggas wanna be cool with us
I spend the bag tonight, but tomorrow I-
Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin'
At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin'
O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, "Where you goin'?"
Ri-ridin' around in a foreign
These girls got no personality, they be borin'
Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean
Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I'm explorin'
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm ignorin'
Credits
Writer(s): David Wallace, Tyreek Solomon Pellerin, Michael Joseph Alberro
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