Wake Up Freestyle
Wake up in the morning, smoke a blunt and put that shit on
It might take me longer cause I ain't sucking dick to get on
Went to Rick from Vlone
Shout out my bitch, don't look in her purse
She walk in that bitch with the stick on her
She walk in that bitch with the fye
I hope that these niggas don't try
You know that that nigga going- (Shhh)
You know that we tell him goodbye
You know that my niggas goin' slide
I came in that bitch with a whole lotta' rack and you know that my niggas get high
You know that I'm-
High in the sky, I could skydive
Know that I'm-
High in the sky, in a high rise
Bitch what the fuck is sobriety
I look in your eyes, why you lie to me
My dog a menace to society
My dog a motherfucking menace
My other dog, he a chemist
And I'm bout' the racks like tennis
So I keep a rod like Dennis
I'm a pop star, bitch I feel like benny
I'm geeking and riding around in a Hemi
That bitch ain't my bitch so she can't get a penny
I came in that bitch with no switch, it's a semi
Don't look at her phone or the pictures she sent me
I'm taking his bitch but I'm treating her gently
I need a motherfucking Maybach, no Bentley
I'm in the spot where you can't get no entry
I'm in the spot where you cannot get in
My bitch just text me like "where have you been?"
Like shut up lil' bitch and go out with your friends
Cause' I got some money that got a get cleansed
And speaking of cleanse, I keep me a mop
And speaking of mop bitch just give me the top
And speaking of top, your top can get cropped
And speaking of crops, got money of stocks
And speaking of stalk, we creep on they block
They ran with the swag, I ain't even drop
You think that it's over, your ass can get rocked
They think that it's cap cause I barely talk
The doctor just told him he might never walk
This shit get so deep, don't want him to breathe
Stupid lil' bitch who you wanna' believe
I ain't forget when you wanted to leave
You think you'll catch me in a whip with some keys
You might just catch me in the VIP with some cheese
You don't wanna' know what she doing to me
I speak the guapanese fluently
And I get so fly, but she flew in to me
She ride on the dick like a Segway
And I got some racks that I'm spending today
They did me dirty, called me friend to my face
But I'll still be fly at the end of the day
You know that I'm fly, I got wings on my back
He think that he cool cause he got him a strap
We run in your shit and we taking all that
And it's 90 degrees but my hoodie is black
It might take me longer cause I ain't sucking dick to get on
Went to Rick from Vlone
Shout out my bitch, don't look in her purse
She walk in that bitch with the stick on her
She walk in that bitch with the fye
I hope that these niggas don't try
You know that that nigga going- (Shhh)
You know that we tell him goodbye
You know that my niggas goin' slide
I came in that bitch with a whole lotta' rack and you know that my niggas get high
You know that I'm-
High in the sky, I could skydive
Know that I'm-
High in the sky, in a high rise
Bitch what the fuck is sobriety
I look in your eyes, why you lie to me
My dog a menace to society
My dog a motherfucking menace
My other dog, he a chemist
And I'm bout' the racks like tennis
So I keep a rod like Dennis
I'm a pop star, bitch I feel like benny
I'm geeking and riding around in a Hemi
That bitch ain't my bitch so she can't get a penny
I came in that bitch with no switch, it's a semi
Don't look at her phone or the pictures she sent me
I'm taking his bitch but I'm treating her gently
I need a motherfucking Maybach, no Bentley
I'm in the spot where you can't get no entry
I'm in the spot where you cannot get in
My bitch just text me like "where have you been?"
Like shut up lil' bitch and go out with your friends
Cause' I got some money that got a get cleansed
And speaking of cleanse, I keep me a mop
And speaking of mop bitch just give me the top
And speaking of top, your top can get cropped
And speaking of crops, got money of stocks
And speaking of stalk, we creep on they block
They ran with the swag, I ain't even drop
You think that it's over, your ass can get rocked
They think that it's cap cause I barely talk
The doctor just told him he might never walk
This shit get so deep, don't want him to breathe
Stupid lil' bitch who you wanna' believe
I ain't forget when you wanted to leave
You think you'll catch me in a whip with some keys
You might just catch me in the VIP with some cheese
You don't wanna' know what she doing to me
I speak the guapanese fluently
And I get so fly, but she flew in to me
She ride on the dick like a Segway
And I got some racks that I'm spending today
They did me dirty, called me friend to my face
But I'll still be fly at the end of the day
You know that I'm fly, I got wings on my back
He think that he cool cause he got him a strap
We run in your shit and we taking all that
And it's 90 degrees but my hoodie is black
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Writer(s): Flexstar Cinco
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