Yung Wok

Charge 'em up Vhig, on foenem

I'ma young boss
Wok in my cup, wrist on froze I'm bust
No dust in my car unless it's smoke from guns
Yeah I'ma young dawg
Real life Monopoly, playin' for the bucks
You ain't no daddy, you is my son
Elon Musk with me, we chargin' cars (Yeah)
I'ma blow bands on whatever I want
Money's not love, don't mix it up
If she in between the fetti, then I take her out (Frrt)
I'ma flip a brick if I'm going down South
"Covid-19", she pourin' codeine
I accomplish my dream, now I lucid dream
I was up like a fiend, paid all my fees
Losers gon' knell, leaders gon' lead (Wok)

RIP X, it's June eighteenth (RIP X)
Twenty eighteen, I shed some tears
I was in the studio poppin' on beans
I saw some shit I can't unsee
Y'all sleep on me, I sleep on yo' bitch
Jack Harlow, bought brand new sheets, yeah (Huh?)
New week, pop a new fit
I'm in a Mazi, might switch for the Beam
Double R truck in Dubai and I'm geeked
Made a scene in the mall 'cause that bitch want Dior
Only the drugs make me feel like the bitch really want me and she not a whore (Pussy ass)
Wok in the flare with a 30 on me
Beam on his head, lemme see
Choppa' on me, yeah (Grra)
He say he fly, knock the boots out his feet
I'm really runnin', got boost in my feet (Runnin')
Oh-yeah (Runnin')
Pull up on his brother, roll him up in a leaf (Roll him up, uh)
I live like a Priest, money long like a limousine (Like a limousine)
I get the bread check, yeah (Yeah)
I get the payback, huh (Aye)
Callin' me bitch, call me later (Aye)
Hop in a Benz, it's a Maybach
You bitches breaking like biscuits
My vision angle "360", yeah
Lightin' a blunt, now I'm litty
I'm in the field and I'm driftin'
Poppin' these tags, now I'm sippin', yeah
I'm not a waiter, I run my city like a Mayor (Yeah)
Love showing up, but this time I'm gon' lay low, yeah (Aye)
If you gimme no payment
There's lotta fish in the sea, I'm a sailor
Blowin' O's for my haters (What?)
Stick to that mud in my cup like some pavement, yeah
I'm more than a player
Yeah, I'm more than a player

(Cezar, oh)
Fuck is y'all talkin' bout man, I'm on a whole another level
(Ice on me, thank God I made it through winter, Wok)
Shit, I'm really poppin' in this bitch

I'ma young boss
Wok in my cup, wrist on froze I'm bust (Yeah I'm bust)
No dust in my car unless it's smoke from guns
Yeah I'ma young dawg (Psh)
Real life Monopoly, playin' for the bucks (Psh)
You ain't no daddy, you is my son
Elon Musk with me, we chargin' cars
I'ma blow bands on whatever I want
Money's not love, don't mix it up
If she in between the fetti, then I take her out (Aye, yeah)
I'ma flip a brick if I'm goin' down South (Goin' down South)
"Covid-19", she pourin' codeine
I accomplish my dream, now I lucid dream
I was up like a fiend, paid all my fees
Losers gon' knell, leaders gon' lead



Credits
Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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