Whole Lotta Wok
Aye
I got a whole lotta wok
I got a whole lotta whole lotta wok
Yu-yuh
Aye
"Ayo Quantich run them bands up"
I got a whole lotta wok
I just be servin the fiends
I just be serving the drop
"You're so lazy"
I got a whole lotta whole lotta wok
"Ok Rokit I see you"
Yuh
I gotta a whole lotta wok
I just be servin the fiends
I just be servin the drop
Yeah I'm just tryna get geeked
Bitch I could never just stop
I just been poppin these percs
Shawty been sippin Ciroc
Aye
I just been poppin these xans
I'm on a flight to Japan
She let me get in her pants
Just for a pic with my bands
She told me her nigga a fan
Postin the pic on the gram
She told me just give her a chance
Get one more round 'fore we land
Aye
And that's why I don't trust hoes
That's why I just leave after I fuck hoes
223s and 556 I bust those
Green beam on my Glockie don't get bust hoe
I'm Mr. Really Him yeah I'm Armani
Big XO3 yeah they all know my body
Bitch I just copped a Vette and copped a Mozzy
Like what y'all wanna do no you can't stop me
I got designer
Whole lotta Gucci
Whole lotta Prada
For my collar
Balenciaga
That's on my shoeski
And I got X
I got weed I got lean I got bitches
I got everything you need like
I gotta a whole lotta wok
I just be servin the fiends
I just be servin the drop
Yeah I'm just tryna get geeked
Bitch I could never just stop
I just been poppin these percs
Shawty been sippin Ciroc
Shawty been sippin
Like what's in your cup babe?
I hate to say cuz you was a vibe
I was just tryna fuck babe
Aye
Cuz I ain't felt love lately
Feel like you'd switch on me if times ever got rough baby
Cuz I know there's a lotta niggas
Who want my bread
And I know there's a lotta niggas
Who want me dead
But I can't fold
I can't go
I'll be stackin till the end
I'm just tryna make it
Be the best I fuckin can
Aye
So tell me that you on my side
And tell me that you down to ride
And promise me that you won't lie
Can't have my heart broken another time
Aye
I gotta whole lotta wok
That I sit back and I sip and I forget
All these thoughts of you that's racin through my head
I wish I never met you I regret
Givin you my love
But I still wish you the best
I got a whole lotta wok
I got a whole lotta whole lotta wok
Yu-yuh
Aye
"Ayo Quantich run them bands up"
I got a whole lotta wok
I just be servin the fiends
I just be serving the drop
"You're so lazy"
I got a whole lotta whole lotta wok
"Ok Rokit I see you"
Yuh
I gotta a whole lotta wok
I just be servin the fiends
I just be servin the drop
Yeah I'm just tryna get geeked
Bitch I could never just stop
I just been poppin these percs
Shawty been sippin Ciroc
Aye
I just been poppin these xans
I'm on a flight to Japan
She let me get in her pants
Just for a pic with my bands
She told me her nigga a fan
Postin the pic on the gram
She told me just give her a chance
Get one more round 'fore we land
Aye
And that's why I don't trust hoes
That's why I just leave after I fuck hoes
223s and 556 I bust those
Green beam on my Glockie don't get bust hoe
I'm Mr. Really Him yeah I'm Armani
Big XO3 yeah they all know my body
Bitch I just copped a Vette and copped a Mozzy
Like what y'all wanna do no you can't stop me
I got designer
Whole lotta Gucci
Whole lotta Prada
For my collar
Balenciaga
That's on my shoeski
And I got X
I got weed I got lean I got bitches
I got everything you need like
I gotta a whole lotta wok
I just be servin the fiends
I just be servin the drop
Yeah I'm just tryna get geeked
Bitch I could never just stop
I just been poppin these percs
Shawty been sippin Ciroc
Shawty been sippin
Like what's in your cup babe?
I hate to say cuz you was a vibe
I was just tryna fuck babe
Aye
Cuz I ain't felt love lately
Feel like you'd switch on me if times ever got rough baby
Cuz I know there's a lotta niggas
Who want my bread
And I know there's a lotta niggas
Who want me dead
But I can't fold
I can't go
I'll be stackin till the end
I'm just tryna make it
Be the best I fuckin can
Aye
So tell me that you on my side
And tell me that you down to ride
And promise me that you won't lie
Can't have my heart broken another time
Aye
I gotta whole lotta wok
That I sit back and I sip and I forget
All these thoughts of you that's racin through my head
I wish I never met you I regret
Givin you my love
But I still wish you the best
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Sykes
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