Wock Wock

Aye bring my lean sealed
Make sure it's wock
And i still gotta taste it
I just fucked a famous bitch on insta
And i made her taste it
Pass the glizzy, heard them niggas threats i dare them try to take it
Off the rip i made a hunnit gz
They thought i couldn't make it
I was servin zips up out the p
I finally graduated
Got this one bitch got to osu
She finally graduated
Saw my chain she fell in love told me she even matsurbated
I been told you niggas i'm the one
Ain't nothing bout me basic
Put like thirty thousand on my neck
I'm cocky I can't fake it
Had a name since I was on the block and selling out the mason
You a pussy and
I got more money than the one
You praising
Fuck em shoot em in the face
No ID go ahead erase em
Why you niggas cappin
Showin money we know
You ain't making
Why you niggas lackin
Seen a picture
You was coppin fake shit
Why you niggas mad I ran it up from zero shit amazing
Why you niggas copy me go do your own shit don't be lazy
Ain't no racing
I was in a wraith
Cruising sipping lean
Ion even like to drive
Sit back relax pass bro the keys
Brody started with grams
He down there bringing up the keys
Hope he pass it by the states
Got lawyer money up sleeve
Go head up it
Don't be going up ya sleeve
Amiri denim fit me tight
So i could tuck this shit wit ease
Go ahead and touch it for me
Baby let me see if you a freak
If that pussy good
I just might go and get you double c's
Lean sipper
I ain't think I'll feel that bitch
But gotdamn she a mean gripper
I ain't think i feel this way
But damn I think I need strippers
I pour that wock wock by the four
I don't never need liquor
I know niggas sellin rock
Them niggas touching 6 figures
I ain't never stopping need a ring at least on 6 fingers
I ain't never by myself I keep at least like 6 killas
If I am i got my jewelry on no I don't fear niggas
If i am I ain't gon' go out sad know
Ima kill niggas
I don't feel niggas
Pour that wock wock i don't feel shit



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Troncoso
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