WocknThoughts
Oh
Oh
Oh
I'm finna push the lil foreign I bought it in cash I ain't rent it (why)
Ima swerve that lil bitch off the lot, I'm pushing the gas to the limit (Aye)
Drowning myself in the wock i'm finna fuck up my kidney (Aye)
Pouring up all of my thoughts
I'm tryna focus facts I cannot fuck with opinions(why)
I'm finna make me some racks I'm finna make me some millions (Aye)
Shipping and flipping them packs, we finna stack to the ceiling (Aye)
Mixing the wock with my thoughts
I'm finna get me some racks (racks)
I'm finna get some bands, I'm finna get me a stack (stacks)
Dropped 20k on a bag (bag)
I'm finna get me some RAF (Raf)
Christian Dior, good designer you could tell that it's mine when I pop off the tag
And I, know that they wanna take my life
And I get so high, up off these percs I'm finna die
I'm finna push the lil foreign I bought it in cash I ain't rent it (why)
Ima swerve that lil bitch off the lot, I'm pushing the gas to the limit (Aye)
Drowning myself in the wock I'm finna fuck up my kidney (Aye)
Pouring up all of my thoughts
I'm tryna focus facts I cannot fuck with opinions(why)
I'm finna make me some racks I'm finna make me some millions (Aye)
Shipping and flipping them packs, we finna stack to the ceiling (Aye)
Mixing the wock with my thoughts
Off perkies, I'm feeling the foreign, I'm finna pull off in a wraith (vroom)
She like the stars on my roof, so I'm finna just take her to space (yeah)
All these niggas is boring, yeah all of these niggas is lame (lame)
Better go get you a bag, and stop tryna go get you some fame (fame)
And my shooter gripping the Taurus, he cleaning the block like a maid (ahh)
He gon have your ass running like Forrest, you thinking that shit is a game
I've been racing and pushing the foreign so pussy boy stay in your lane (lane)
All of this wock got me snoring, I just took a duece to the brain
I'm finna push the lil foreign I bought it in cash I ain't rent it (why)
Ima swerve that lil bitch off the lot, I'm pushing the gas to the limit (Aye)
Drowning myself in the wock I'm finna fuck up my kidney (Aye)
Pouring up all of my thoughts
I'm tryna focus facts I cannot fuck with opinions(why)
I'm finna make me some racks I'm finna make me some millions (Aye)
Shipping and flipping them packs, we finna stack to the ceiling (Aye)
Mixing the wock with my thoughts
Oh
Oh
I'm finna push the lil foreign I bought it in cash I ain't rent it (why)
Ima swerve that lil bitch off the lot, I'm pushing the gas to the limit (Aye)
Drowning myself in the wock i'm finna fuck up my kidney (Aye)
Pouring up all of my thoughts
I'm tryna focus facts I cannot fuck with opinions(why)
I'm finna make me some racks I'm finna make me some millions (Aye)
Shipping and flipping them packs, we finna stack to the ceiling (Aye)
Mixing the wock with my thoughts
I'm finna get me some racks (racks)
I'm finna get some bands, I'm finna get me a stack (stacks)
Dropped 20k on a bag (bag)
I'm finna get me some RAF (Raf)
Christian Dior, good designer you could tell that it's mine when I pop off the tag
And I, know that they wanna take my life
And I get so high, up off these percs I'm finna die
I'm finna push the lil foreign I bought it in cash I ain't rent it (why)
Ima swerve that lil bitch off the lot, I'm pushing the gas to the limit (Aye)
Drowning myself in the wock I'm finna fuck up my kidney (Aye)
Pouring up all of my thoughts
I'm tryna focus facts I cannot fuck with opinions(why)
I'm finna make me some racks I'm finna make me some millions (Aye)
Shipping and flipping them packs, we finna stack to the ceiling (Aye)
Mixing the wock with my thoughts
Off perkies, I'm feeling the foreign, I'm finna pull off in a wraith (vroom)
She like the stars on my roof, so I'm finna just take her to space (yeah)
All these niggas is boring, yeah all of these niggas is lame (lame)
Better go get you a bag, and stop tryna go get you some fame (fame)
And my shooter gripping the Taurus, he cleaning the block like a maid (ahh)
He gon have your ass running like Forrest, you thinking that shit is a game
I've been racing and pushing the foreign so pussy boy stay in your lane (lane)
All of this wock got me snoring, I just took a duece to the brain
I'm finna push the lil foreign I bought it in cash I ain't rent it (why)
Ima swerve that lil bitch off the lot, I'm pushing the gas to the limit (Aye)
Drowning myself in the wock I'm finna fuck up my kidney (Aye)
Pouring up all of my thoughts
I'm tryna focus facts I cannot fuck with opinions(why)
I'm finna make me some racks I'm finna make me some millions (Aye)
Shipping and flipping them packs, we finna stack to the ceiling (Aye)
Mixing the wock with my thoughts
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Writer(s): Angel Frazier
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