Croak!

She said she wanna smoke up on my dope woah, woah, woah
I been sippin' wok until I croak (woah, woah, uh huh)
What you know about pourin' on a four? (oh oh oh)
We can turn your nigga into a ghost (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, she lovin' on me, she lovin' on me, she a fan (yea, bitch!)
Yeah, he a lil nigga poppin' them pills, he poppin' them xans
Oh, you be clutchin' on a thousand, I'll be clutchin' on M's
Oh, what that is? thats crosses chrome heart on my fuckin' pants

Yeah, hit you three deep, call that trey ball
She a freak for me, she do what I just say so
Many niggas is some children to me, hold you cradle
If he shoots for me, I think that nigga better lay low
Don't go crash the whip, no, hit up Saks Fifth, woah
Vodka in my cup I'm spinnin' like some fuckin' nados
And we finna kick that boy down, cut him down like Play-Doh
Bitch, I'm slurring out my words cause I put something in my gut
Police pull us over, put it in her butt (uh huh, uh huh)
I might fuck her around and pull up out the cut (uh huh, uh huh,
And she said she wanna come and suck us up (yea, huh)
I don't ever want your love (no
no, no, no)

She said she wanna smoke up on my dope woah, woah, woah
I been sippin' wok until I croak(yea, uh huh)
What you know about pourin on a four? (oh oh oh)
We can turn your nigga into a ghost
She said she wanna smoke up on my dope woah, woah, woah
I been sippin' wok until I croak (croak bitch)
What you know about pourin' on a four? (oh oh oh)
We can turn your nigga into a ghost
Yeah, she lovin' on me, she lovin' on me, she a fan (haha, haha,)
Yeah, he a lil nigga poppin' them pills, he poppin' them xans (damn)
Oh, you be clutchin' on a thousand, I'll be clutchin' on M's (bitch)
Oh, what that is? thats crosses chrome heart on my fuckin' pants



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Writer(s): Buku Tensai
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