Wock Blunt
Pour up mud in my coffee cup yeah
huh huh
Pour up mud, I'm going to pour it in my coffee cup yeah
Pour the money on her head, she give sloppy top yeah
Then she eat up all my children that is funny love yeah
She cum fast up with me, that's the bunny hop yeah
Hoppin on my dick, yeah she do it all year
Her pussy made me sick I need penicillin
Yo bank got six k? I guess that's your ceiling
You be dicking fish, guess that's what you reel in
Codeine in the bathtub
I'm sorry meant my red cup
Strong ass fanbase on me I guess that I got a sect, cult
I'm happy when I get my racks, you happy with a sex call
I just got some top from your bitch, then I hit the next call
She grippin on me, wrestle
I'm going to take some bathsalts
I cannot get high anymore I guess It's a hassle
Shorty storm me, castle
Thotties that gone slob you on the daily when you ask them?
Yeah you lack some
But I flex them, yes I have them
Like Tecca taking ransom, you a random
Fall apart like sand do, she blow me in the phantom
You jealous of my fandom, don't have them, eat it salmon
Ugly thotty on you I'm going to call that bitch a pelgrim
Uh, break the blunt down
Grab some wock I'm going to pour it over the blunt now
I light it up now, I'm going to have some fun now
Now my whole vision turning, it's a funhouse
Damn the blunt took my lungs out
Damn, I'm off the wock now I'm langzaam
So slow off the wock I made the wrong sound
So slow I spoke dutch, huh, my fault
Damn I gotta keep so quiet cause these bitches playing
And she want to take a perc, I get what she saying
I'm so lit off all these perkies I guess that I'm flaming
Bodies on top of bodies with some bodies what you claiming
Slice some bitches, yeah I'm training
Bitch I'm all about that base, I ain't talking Meghan Trainor
She got that brain not no yale
I got the wesson smith, not talking Jada
Damn I heard you got a bitch? I guess she made up
Wake up, doing her like all these women do they make-up
You ain't sippin ack, yeah that is a fake cup
Sippin on this drank, don't know if I'll wake up
Threw up the whole night, now my food I save up
huh huh
Pour up mud, I'm going to pour it in my coffee cup yeah
Pour the money on her head, she give sloppy top yeah
Then she eat up all my children that is funny love yeah
She cum fast up with me, that's the bunny hop yeah
Hoppin on my dick, yeah she do it all year
Her pussy made me sick I need penicillin
Yo bank got six k? I guess that's your ceiling
You be dicking fish, guess that's what you reel in
Codeine in the bathtub
I'm sorry meant my red cup
Strong ass fanbase on me I guess that I got a sect, cult
I'm happy when I get my racks, you happy with a sex call
I just got some top from your bitch, then I hit the next call
She grippin on me, wrestle
I'm going to take some bathsalts
I cannot get high anymore I guess It's a hassle
Shorty storm me, castle
Thotties that gone slob you on the daily when you ask them?
Yeah you lack some
But I flex them, yes I have them
Like Tecca taking ransom, you a random
Fall apart like sand do, she blow me in the phantom
You jealous of my fandom, don't have them, eat it salmon
Ugly thotty on you I'm going to call that bitch a pelgrim
Uh, break the blunt down
Grab some wock I'm going to pour it over the blunt now
I light it up now, I'm going to have some fun now
Now my whole vision turning, it's a funhouse
Damn the blunt took my lungs out
Damn, I'm off the wock now I'm langzaam
So slow off the wock I made the wrong sound
So slow I spoke dutch, huh, my fault
Damn I gotta keep so quiet cause these bitches playing
And she want to take a perc, I get what she saying
I'm so lit off all these perkies I guess that I'm flaming
Bodies on top of bodies with some bodies what you claiming
Slice some bitches, yeah I'm training
Bitch I'm all about that base, I ain't talking Meghan Trainor
She got that brain not no yale
I got the wesson smith, not talking Jada
Damn I heard you got a bitch? I guess she made up
Wake up, doing her like all these women do they make-up
You ain't sippin ack, yeah that is a fake cup
Sippin on this drank, don't know if I'll wake up
Threw up the whole night, now my food I save up
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Writer(s): Joep Bogaerts
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