Wake Up (feat. Heymistxn)
I wake up and get some bands as fuck
This is on repeat
And I stay up in that trap
Ain't been home in a week
She like, "Keith, what's on your feet?"
I told her, "Alexander McQueen"
I be hooping your hoe
I'm finna pass her to the team
Bought my new hoe some Margiela
Suplex city like Brock Lesnar
Y-y-yeah
I up the blicky on that boy like see you later (Yeah)
Aye, I wanna tryna get the bread and the cheese
I was tryna to get that paper
A-a-aye, we gone run that boy down and beat that boy up
Not talking bout Tekken, yeah
If we run down on that boy, we put him in a stretcher (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, slidin' with that choppa (Choppa)
We send him to the doctor (Doctor)
I be countin' bands, no no, I don't need a proctor (Proctor)
I'm tryna get to the top, no I don't need no Oscar (Oscar)
If we loading up the choppa then you know that imma pop him, gang
I wake up and get some bands as fuck
This is on repeat
And I stay up in that trap
Ain't been home in a week
She like, "Keith, what's on your feet?"
I told her, "Alexander McQueen"
I be hooping your hoe
I'm finna pass her to the team
Bought my new hoe some Margiela
Suplex city like Brock Lesnar
This is on repeat
And I stay up in that trap
Ain't been home in a week
She like, "Keith, what's on your feet?"
I told her, "Alexander McQueen"
I be hooping your hoe
I'm finna pass her to the team
Bought my new hoe some Margiela
Suplex city like Brock Lesnar
Y-y-yeah
I up the blicky on that boy like see you later (Yeah)
Aye, I wanna tryna get the bread and the cheese
I was tryna to get that paper
A-a-aye, we gone run that boy down and beat that boy up
Not talking bout Tekken, yeah
If we run down on that boy, we put him in a stretcher (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, slidin' with that choppa (Choppa)
We send him to the doctor (Doctor)
I be countin' bands, no no, I don't need a proctor (Proctor)
I'm tryna get to the top, no I don't need no Oscar (Oscar)
If we loading up the choppa then you know that imma pop him, gang
I wake up and get some bands as fuck
This is on repeat
And I stay up in that trap
Ain't been home in a week
She like, "Keith, what's on your feet?"
I told her, "Alexander McQueen"
I be hooping your hoe
I'm finna pass her to the team
Bought my new hoe some Margiela
Suplex city like Brock Lesnar
Credits
Writer(s): Treyvis T'mon Evans
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