Wake Up (feat. Ado Faygo)
Uhh huh let's go aye
Let's go let's go aye aye
I wake up and I count all my racks
We get money we flipping them packs
Ima slide on the beat ima slide on the track
And these niggas they shit be so wack
How the fuck can you listen to that?
That shit stink need to throw in the trash
Tryna internet beef keep on sending me shit
Fuck the talking we catching a hat
Fuck the chattin we catching a soul
Had to drop her cause she was a hoe
I stay high even during my lows
On my hip is a .30 a pole
I get money you already know
He a bum and he copying flows
I swear to god ima snatch his soul
He keep talking I'll turn him to...
Ima turn that nigga too sum roast beef
Ima turn that nigga to a turkey
I just smoke the gas don't pop no perky's
And I took his bitch now he hurting
Yea I took his bitch now he hurting
Yeaaa, yea I took his bitch now he hurting
Yea I took his bitch now he cryin
You don't got them racks stop the lyin
Bad ahh she a nine
I'm wit her and I'm takin my time
We took a perc but it ain't perkin
Big ass booty so I know that she twerkin
She want a berkin told her put the work in
Blowin my phone up must gotta turban
We can not talk all day
Out the park no ball game
I can walk her up n down like she was a damn hallway
I keep her good hands, like a nigga All State
I said, "I ain't no player baby" she said, "So they all say."
Fuck it I'm switchin the flow
Pick-in the lock and I kick in the door
Run me a check then I run one more
Oh that's yo hoe I ain't een know
I'm going stupid I'm goin insane (I'm goin insane)
Go in yo lane
All of you trippin you niggas be lames
I took yo chick and I'm breaking her back like I'm Bane bitch
You ain't gettin money don't say shit
Runnin the world I'm Genghis
Shawty a trip, think I'm gon tip, lil hoe give me my change bitch
Times like this is my favorite
Getting no motion you faking
I shot my shot, and it went in, lil hoe gimme my change
Nun of you niggas intellectual
I'm heating up I need me a medical
Lil shawty trippin she must had an edible
I hit it once now she playboii sexual
I ain't wit gangs ion do no reppin
Jay gon blow nigga who is u tellin
I'm spittin bars like I am a felon
Ion even hate my race but damn these slaves stay sellin
Let's go let's go aye aye
I wake up and I count all my racks
We get money we flipping them packs
Ima slide on the beat ima slide on the track
And these niggas they shit be so wack
How the fuck can you listen to that?
That shit stink need to throw in the trash
Tryna internet beef keep on sending me shit
Fuck the talking we catching a hat
Fuck the chattin we catching a soul
Had to drop her cause she was a hoe
I stay high even during my lows
On my hip is a .30 a pole
I get money you already know
He a bum and he copying flows
I swear to god ima snatch his soul
He keep talking I'll turn him to...
Ima turn that nigga too sum roast beef
Ima turn that nigga to a turkey
I just smoke the gas don't pop no perky's
And I took his bitch now he hurting
Yea I took his bitch now he hurting
Yeaaa, yea I took his bitch now he hurting
Yea I took his bitch now he cryin
You don't got them racks stop the lyin
Bad ahh she a nine
I'm wit her and I'm takin my time
We took a perc but it ain't perkin
Big ass booty so I know that she twerkin
She want a berkin told her put the work in
Blowin my phone up must gotta turban
We can not talk all day
Out the park no ball game
I can walk her up n down like she was a damn hallway
I keep her good hands, like a nigga All State
I said, "I ain't no player baby" she said, "So they all say."
Fuck it I'm switchin the flow
Pick-in the lock and I kick in the door
Run me a check then I run one more
Oh that's yo hoe I ain't een know
I'm going stupid I'm goin insane (I'm goin insane)
Go in yo lane
All of you trippin you niggas be lames
I took yo chick and I'm breaking her back like I'm Bane bitch
You ain't gettin money don't say shit
Runnin the world I'm Genghis
Shawty a trip, think I'm gon tip, lil hoe give me my change bitch
Times like this is my favorite
Getting no motion you faking
I shot my shot, and it went in, lil hoe gimme my change
Nun of you niggas intellectual
I'm heating up I need me a medical
Lil shawty trippin she must had an edible
I hit it once now she playboii sexual
I ain't wit gangs ion do no reppin
Jay gon blow nigga who is u tellin
I'm spittin bars like I am a felon
Ion even hate my race but damn these slaves stay sellin
Credits
Writer(s): Jaylen Jordan
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