Wock talk
Opp came round now I'm gettin em ghost
100 Round drum so I'm shootin da most
Got a brand new pole had to pull up on bro
N up the score
Hard to talk with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for the times we was broke
It got cold copped a Montclair coat
No I had to get serious
Can't sit around telling jokes
I ran up a little but wanted some mo
Came up off of rapping I hate selling dope
Buh I still got them youngins
They'll slide if I go
I be applying that pressure
I live what I rap bout
Remember them nights I was sleep innat trap house
I was down on my ass now I wake up n cash out
They see that I'm hustling they tryna crash out
Opp came round now I'm gettin em ghost
100 Round drum so I'm shootin da most
Got a brand new pole had to pull up on bro
N up the score
Hard to talk with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for the times we was broke
It got cold copped a Montclair coat
All bout my green like my name was cee-lo
Nigga keep dissin get shot like a free throw
Pulled up to the party to fuck onna freak hoe
Set it off in this bitch Ian talking bout Cleo
Set it off in this bitch Ian talking bout dancing
Get some top from ya bitch then I dip no romancing
I got ya drop from ya bitch now we scoping n planning
Kick yo door raid the crib now my pockets expanded
Masked up w my glock bitch you know imma bandit
Make ya bitch take dick but I know she can't manage
2 Bad bitches one black one Spanish
Beat up the pussy I be causing damage
I'm good under pressure I don't even panic
Stay by myself bitch I'm so independent
I jus fucked around n dropped 10 onna pendant
She keep tryna talk to me leave her on pending
Opp came round now I'm gettin em ghost
100 Round drum so I'm shootin da most
Got a brand new pole had to pull up on bro
N up the score
Hard to talk with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for the times we was broke
It got cold copped a Montclair coat
100 Round drum so I'm shootin da most
Got a brand new pole had to pull up on bro
N up the score
Hard to talk with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for the times we was broke
It got cold copped a Montclair coat
No I had to get serious
Can't sit around telling jokes
I ran up a little but wanted some mo
Came up off of rapping I hate selling dope
Buh I still got them youngins
They'll slide if I go
I be applying that pressure
I live what I rap bout
Remember them nights I was sleep innat trap house
I was down on my ass now I wake up n cash out
They see that I'm hustling they tryna crash out
Opp came round now I'm gettin em ghost
100 Round drum so I'm shootin da most
Got a brand new pole had to pull up on bro
N up the score
Hard to talk with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for the times we was broke
It got cold copped a Montclair coat
All bout my green like my name was cee-lo
Nigga keep dissin get shot like a free throw
Pulled up to the party to fuck onna freak hoe
Set it off in this bitch Ian talking bout Cleo
Set it off in this bitch Ian talking bout dancing
Get some top from ya bitch then I dip no romancing
I got ya drop from ya bitch now we scoping n planning
Kick yo door raid the crib now my pockets expanded
Masked up w my glock bitch you know imma bandit
Make ya bitch take dick but I know she can't manage
2 Bad bitches one black one Spanish
Beat up the pussy I be causing damage
I'm good under pressure I don't even panic
Stay by myself bitch I'm so independent
I jus fucked around n dropped 10 onna pendant
She keep tryna talk to me leave her on pending
Opp came round now I'm gettin em ghost
100 Round drum so I'm shootin da most
Got a brand new pole had to pull up on bro
N up the score
Hard to talk with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for the times we was broke
It got cold copped a Montclair coat
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Writer(s): Treylon Daniels
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